For those who don’t know, my beloved 96 year old Grandma Vikentia who lives in Cyprus, the family’s rock, is seriously ill with cancer. I wrote about it here.
It’s such a sad time for us all. Too hard to handle, to understand, to fully fathom. So we’re in denial. Conscious denial. Particularly me. Because right now we can’t begin to process life without Yiayia. We dare not think it.
I’m seeing lots of my closest friends this weekend, my great friend Sharmin flew in from Amsterdam yesterday, and Amancay, another close friend I met at Uni, is travelling from London today to meet up with us both. A group of my oldest girlfriends in Leeds will also be spending the weekend with me, eating, chatting, hugging and helping to distract me from it all…
It’s under the guise of pre birthday celebrations but it’s more than that. It’s about me needing my girlfriends right now, my sisters to help me not think.
For now, this is how I’m dealing with things. Throwing myself into family, friends and work.
Getting on with life in this awful limbo period.
We can’t mourn so we are simply trucking on, trying to be strong.