I thought I could do it: separate the two halves of my day into happy then sad, but I wasn't able.
I will have other birthdays and other moustache and pancake parties but my grandmother will only ever die this once.
I love birthdays. Growing up in a family of four daughters meant that every year I got this one day all to myself, but yesterday morning at my party, try as I did to feel happy, I couldn't quite pull it off.
My heart was elsewhere.