I travelled up to spend a wonderful evening with friends I have not seen for a long time. It was so nice.
On the way home, CD blaring, I smiled as I suddenly felt emotional warmth and happiness, and imagined my grandmother listening to my caterwauling. A weight lifted.
I just knew. I knew even before I got home what would greet me. Sure enough, my parents were sat waiting.
Apparently she had ice cream just before she passed, and went comfortably and in the company of my aunty and uncle.
I have not had a chance to get it out of my system by any means, and lost count of how many customers I cried at today (sorry people!).
Sorrow is the one emotion I just cannot mask, no matter how hard I try.
It hurts.