‘Live true to your own heart, darling. Don’t ever worry what others think. Promise me, Bronnie,’ her voice now a barely audible whisper. ‘I promise you, Grace,’ I said gently. Squeezing my hand she drifted off to sleep, waking again only for brief moments to acknowledge her lovely family who then sat by her bedside until the end. Within a few hours, Grace drifted off. Her time had come. Sitting quietly in the kitchen afterwards, my promise to her was still fresh in my ears. It was not just Grace I had made the promise to. It was also to myself.
