Tuesday 18th January 2022
At 6.20pm today Elizabeth passed into the hands of God, I'm am gutted I can't believe she's gone. Aunt Joan thinks it'll be better if I now to go to her funeral instead of coming down Saturday. I only hope Alan can pick me up, if not it'll have to be National Express.
Aunt Joan said the party might have tired her out, I'm going to miss her. I didn't think Christmas 2019 would be the last time we'd be together as a family.
Freezing fog tonight, really bad along the town path I couldn't see the cathedral. I met the WI at Gills house. I went to the wrong house first, an answered and said I needed num 19.
Sat at a table and played Scrabble, forgotten how much I'd liked the game. Eerily quiet as I cycled back, back to unknown sad news.
Alan doesn't know yet, he will be devestated. I only hope I can attend the funeral. I want to.
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