I kept on promising myself I will go all the way to my small village to see my grandmother and just hang out with her as I knew she would not be here for ever. I still thought I had a bit of time but alas I didn’t. She died a few days ago. So another missed opportunity in my life. That was my last connection with my village. I knew her all my life, as a very young boy, a toddler, a teenager, a young man and a full grown adult and she always looked the same and spoke the same…wise words…quite strange how you feel very close to someone miles away from you that you hardly see for many years yet when they die you start to miss them.