So incredibly moving.
I remember Nan, a couple of weeks before she died, asleep in her room, fading away, a look of perfect rest on her face. It was the last time I saw her – a bittersweet memory.
To sleep, perchance to dream…
So incredibly moving.
I remember Nan, a couple of weeks before she died, asleep in her room, fading away, a look of perfect rest on her face. It was the last time I saw her – a bittersweet memory.
To sleep, perchance to dream…