Contemplating age, death and the roots of my childhood

This was the view as we walked back from the hospital today after visiting my nan. The reality of the situation is hard to brush under the carpet, especially when I am dealing not just with my own emotions, but those around me. My nan is an important connection to my childhood for many reasons. She looked after Simon (my twin) and myself when we were small, because we were a handful for our often struggling parents. She did that in the flat she still lives in, a very physical reminder of almost 43 years of life. There will be a lot of things to come to terms with, and that day feels like it just got closer. For now, my nan is as comfortable as she could be and I'm trying to enjoy small moments with her. I hope she can come home soon.