in my heart always

this is an article i came across in todays paper. read it here. although it's very sad i did enjoy it, especially the beginning of the story. i think it is important to remember a person as they were when they were full of life and doing the things they loved. that is how i want to be remembered. the article also reminded me of similar conversations i had with my dad at the time grandma joan was sick. it was difficult visiting her towards the end because she was so different from the person i was used to seeing and i hated seeing her like that - almost lifeless. i'm grateful that it wasn't this way for long though and that she passed away peacefully, with little suffering. she had a beautiful funeral and my dads speech will stay with me forever. it is still hard to believe she isn't with us, so many things remind me of her. i miss things like hanging out at her house on a sunday, reading the paper and drinking tea or bringing over fish and chips on a friday night. i know she looked forward to my visits, i could hear it in her voice on the phone when i'd call from work to say i was leaving. these times alone made living in melbourne all worth it. she is in my heart always.