A few days after I lost my little Rusty dog, my Nanna ended up in hospital. At that time I was told that it wasn’t worth me coming down to see her because she wasn’t expected to last the day (and I live 22 hours drive away, and on such short notice a flight would’ve cost me $2100, which I just don’t have at the moment). She lasted out the day, and I was told not to come down because they expected she’d get better and I’d get to see her in August when I had a trip planned to see her. The next day I was told to try and get there because her health had taken a turn for the worst, the problem being that we had just had an absolutely crazy amount of rainfall, and the only routes out of Clermont were underwater and closed to all traffic. By the time it was actually possible for me to leave town and head down, she’d slipped into a coma. One which she didn’t come out of.
Losing a loved one is never easy, no matter how much you’re prepared for it (afterall, she was 94 years old).