Last July Aaron's Pop passed away, and last week Aaron's Nan was reunited with him. She would've been 95 years old at the end of the month and told people that she was quite happy to go because her health hasn't been great over the last few years.
We hadn't seen a lot of Nan and Pop since Noah was born because it was getting too hard to get him in and out of their house with his wheelchair and life just got so busy. The last time that Aaron saw Nan was when she was in hospital just a few months before Noah passed away. I remember him walking in and bursting into tears, as he told her how sorry he was that he hadn't seen a lot of her lately.
He loved his Nan and Pop so much and always told me about spending time at their house when he was a kid. He loved taking the boys to their house and telling them all the things he got up to there.
After the service we walked behind the hearse to Nan's graveside which is just opposite the children's section and where Noah's grave is.
She was being buried in the same plot as Pop. It's strange to think that is how it's going to be for Aaron and I. The boys often joke about how I'm going to squash Aaron in his grave when I'm buried on top of him.
Tracey and Jessi-Rose and their family.
It doesn't matter how long you are together though - it's still heart breaking when your best friend and love of your life is no longer with you. I just wish that I didn't have to wait so long to be with Aaron again.