Some days. Others I just want to hide under duvet and wake uo to it all being a bad dream. I think what I'm learning is that it doesn't matter when you die, it's still dying and that I've got to make the most of life in the here and now. My grandad died last year at 96 and until the last few weeks, he certainly didn't want his life to be over - so I'm coming to accept that no time to go is the right time so it's no good thinking that a few more years would be good as it'll never be enough. Just accepting that you are alive today and that is all there is for any of us seems to help x
