Christmas Eve 98 Entry 329
Cultural event
98
24/12
24/12
24th December, Y98
Friday
I didn't think my heart could be any more broken about losing Gran. I was wrong.
As we exchanged our usual gifts a second stack of gifts and letters were brought in.
They were all gifts Gran had bought us and letters she had written near the end.
In mine she apologized that she wasn't going to be here for Christmas... She knew.
On the otherhand, a much happier hand, Anne got me a cat. I named him 'Lord Aberfan, Purrrince of Meows.' I'll call him Abbers for short.
