Mike left to take Mum and Dad to the airport around 7.40 last night.  I personally felt worse than when we left in July.  The house feels full of ghosts.  It's weird, before they came it was just our house but now there's their bedroom, some of their stuff still in the bathroom and I can see Dad pottering in the kitchen.  After over a month of being together all day everyday it feels like someone's died.  I'm so sad.

 

I called Pam after they left last night just so I could chat to someone I know and that helped a bit.  She has her own problems right now so it kind of put things into perspective for me.

 

The girls are doing OK.  Becca had a few tears when she got up and realised they were gone and Ellie's mentioned it, but she said a proper goodbye last night so she got it out of her system then.  She was great actually.  I put her to bed just after they left and we both ha a good cry and a hug together.  She then told me she was really sad but she knew I would be sadder as it was my Mum and Dad - just when did she get so grown up?  Even this morning having breakfast we overheard her sayig to Becca "you can't talk to Mum about Gran and Grandad as it will make her sad".  How sweet?  We told her that its a nice thought but that we should talk about them even more as it'll make us happy.

 

Right, school run time, today's gona be a toughy.