Perfect

The end of the end was actually the beggining

'Rooossssaaaa!!!!!!!' Sally screamed with delight as she ran towards my open arms. Her small, fragile arms wrapped around my neck and mine around her small body. 'Now, now Sally. Remember what we call Granny...Not Rosa but...' her mum, my daughter Kimberly walked slowly into the room with armfuls of bags.

'Granny!' Sally smiled her toothy smile as I gently placed her down onto the carpet, she scurried away happily to play with her toys. 'So nice to see you again....' I couldn't help but grin a stupid grin as I hugged my daughter.

'So, I'll pick her up at 4pm tomorrow?' Kimberly asked as she picked up her bags a few minutes later. 'Yes, yes....We'll have a fabulous time, won't we Sally?' I said as I continued to dress one of Sally's dolls. Sally nodded in agreement, then Kimberly kissed Sally goodbye and left.

That is how we spent every anniversary of David's death until Sally was old and mature enough to understand and be quiet in church. I stayed with her in my house, she played, we played. Kimberly went to church, cried, remembered. I would have been the same. If I ever married.

You see, I never did marry, to save the disappointment of breaking up, or death. So I adopted a beautiful, young, intelligent girl called Kimberly. Her mum was too young to look after her, so I did. I love her more than I have loved anything in the universe. And I continue to do so.

Of course being a single mother was hard, I never said it wasn't. I like a challenge. You should know that by now. Plus I wanted to give her a home. Her eyes were the shade of the ocean, her hair a chestnut tree.

But that little girl grew up, met the love of her life. Had a even more beautiful young girl, who they named Sally. That is what David would have wanted...he had always wanted a girl called Sally, or if it was a boy, Jimmy.

Sadly Kimberly's husband, David passed away 4 days before Sally was born. His funeral was scheduled on her birthday. But of course it had to be cancelled. Her life was dented severely. she has never been the same since....The light in her eyes faded into mist.

But I never stopped loving her.

Kimberly never stopped loving Sally, and never will.

All my friends from secondary school all grew up as well, started families of their own, got their dream jobs, had a life. I kept in touch for a while, then we suddenly stopped. I actually got the job of a dress designer, in a different town.

I never got over Alex and still haven't. Or Robert either. Both are now dead, well Robert is for sure, he hung himself after he got caught again for selling drugs. Mad they said. Alex, well.....his dad died, then he started drinking, drinking a lot, he went out one night, crashed his car. They found the car, but not the body.

But a lot of blood, it was Alex's. It was in the newspapers the next day, a mystery they called it.

Neither did mum, she kicked herself down, blamed herself, never him or me, always her. She died over 30 years ago.

Time flies by, I myself am now 78, 79 in a few weeks time. But unlike my younger self I am not particularly excited about my birthday. I am just living in the moment, enjoying it, embracing it.

'Gran!' Sally called to me, it was 18 years after that day, my body was slowly decaying and I found it extremely hard to move. It was Sally's wedding day and  I couldn't wait, apparently she had it early so that I could be there. I loved her so much.

I was standing in a purple dress imbedded with crystals and jewels, with hat and shoes to match. But Sally stole the show, her light green eyes glistened like emeralds, her soft brown hair flowed gently down her neck, just touching her shoulder blade. She needed no make up.