Revisiting places that bring back memories

I go to a toddler group in my town which is held in the church hall. This is the church where we had Hannah's funeral although we don't usually go in the church building. As it was Christmas however we all gathered in the church building for the retelling of the Christmas story. It was (nice) hard being there. Obviously all I wanted to do was cry (I held it in) but it was nice to enjoy a toddler group in the place I was last with Hannah, imagining what it would of been like having Hannah with me and my little monkey Katie (who was stealing the baby Jesus from the manger!)