My Mum was busy at an appointment having flowers finalized for the funeral, with Aunt Indie. Dad had said he would stay at the house with me and Grandma, so at least I had him here to help, because I found it difficult to know what to say to her. It had never been like that with Grandma before, but she wasn't herself right now. She seemed to be in almost a trance, bless her. Staring off into the distance more often than not, and when she was talking it was so often about memories of Grandpa.
Dad reassured me this was normal and just because her and her wolf were struggling with the loss of their mate. It was hard for someone to lose their mate, especially when they had been together so long. But I hated seeing my Grandma like this. She was usually so strong. So confident. Right now she w
