Last night my Nan finally moved in with us. It’s going to be weird getting used to her being here, for me especially, given that I still refuse to accept that she may no longer be with us within the next few months. She has motor neurone’s disease, which sadly is a terminal illness.

It’s a horribly upsetting time for all of us . She has always been the really active one out of all my grandparents and she’s lived nearby for the last 10+ years. So we’ve got used to seeing her active and happy 2-3 times a week for as long as I can really remember.

I think the worst part for me would be getting used to seeing her in the mornings and having the chance to spend time with her more, but then one day waking up without her. I’ve not yet had to experience the loss of a family member. The closest I’ve really been to death in my lifetime was when the girl who sat next to me in junior school, Sophie, was killed in a road accident. We were 8 years old.

I can only hope that she enjoys her time here with us and that when the inevitable does happen it is peaceful and painless.