Just over a year ago I received a phone call from my mum that started a string of losses that has marked a heavy shift in my life. She told me that my Nan had died. When you’re a kid, especially in the summer holidays, time could feel a bit like a leaky tap, drip dripping away, endlessly. But when you have kids of your own time is more like raging river, flowing so ferociously fast that it’s impossible to keep up with.