All this music was made over the course of a year, during which both my Gran and Grandad passed. She had been ill for a while but that didn't make the experience any easier. One year on, almost to the day. my Grandad then passed.
For better or worse, they were my family. the heads of the totem pole. The thought of them never being present was something I rarely, if ever contemplated. The whole experience made me think about time. They lived relatively long and fruitful lives. Not everyone does.
What I did swiftly realise was that our time is borrowed and that our mourning co-exists with their peace.