On Who I Have Been, And Who I Choose To Be

I’m tearing up a little as I’m writing this, because I’m writing this on Sunday, and my Nana is dying, and I fully expect that by the time this posts on Thursday, she will be gone. (And that makes four grandparents in four months. Can 2019 just stop already, please?)

My mum has been going through the old photo albums, pulling out pictures of Nana, who lived with us for a while when I was little, and who often came to stay. She was the grandparent I saw most growing up, and I have a lot of...