Got an email from my mum in England earlier this afternoon, asking me if I knew what day it was today. I called her, confused… wedding anniversary? No, that was last week.

It turns out that it’s a year to the day that my grandmother passed away. Can’t believe it was a whole year ago - one of the most difficult times for our family, and I feel a little guilty for not remembering. Being over here in New York away from my closest family isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be sometimes. This is one of those times that “out of sight, out of mind” shouldn’t need apply.

I miss her.