The Happy and the Sad

The past few days have had some amazing highs and lows.

Tuesday we spent the day being tourists, we walked around the cemetary where Evitas body is buried. It's an amazing cemetary which mosques and tombs that really just need to be seen to be believed. Very late that night I received an email telling me that my nanna passed away. This sent me into a weird spin. Should I stay or should I go was the only thoughts that I could consider. After much thought, little sleep and a great deal of tears, I decided to stay.

So over the past few days trying to enjoy this trip has become a real battle. I'm still enjoying the sites and sounds, but my hearts just not in it. We arrived in Rio this afternoon, and we're staying a very short walk from Copocabana Beach, and all I can think about is wanting to be at home. I'm hoping that if I get a good nights sleep tonight that this will all improve.

While flying today I became quite nostalgic about Nanna, and remembered some of the good times before she become frail. One of the things that sticks in my mind is how she once said that "this getting old stuff has knobbs on it" Oh how true those words were. I remember her telling me how she used to ride horse and buggy around the streets of Redcliffe. How she used to swim across the river from Maylands to Redcliffe to see aunty Mavis, how she hated it when the multinovas were introduced as she kept getting caught speeding - with her excuse being it was because she couldn't talk her way out of it. How she always made jelly for summer dessert, but she always mushed it up with a fork to make it look prettier. How Lockie would be sitting on her lap whenever her and Pop came to visit. I could go on. It was really comforting to remember her how she used to be, full of life. Her funeral will be on Thursday, and I wish I could be there.

Tomorrow is Simons Birthday - happy birthday!! Hope you have a great birthday and enjoyed your breakfast with Jo & Nita.