So number two, my grandad.
I’ve already mentioned him briefly but I shall give you a bit more detail.
He was always ill, but it never seemed to phase him. I think in total he suffered 2 strokes, 1 “mini” stroke, a heart attack, several ongoing illnesses and probably some other things. For about the last five years he has been in about out of hospital and nursing homes for people recovering but he never really did recover. As well as being ill we think he had dementia, he often forgot where he was, who we were and even our names. That hurt, a lot. But anyway this last year or so he was slowly getting worse, every time I saw him he looked closer to death and it was killing my grandma too. Sadly he died last month, on my aunties birthday strangely, and I attended his funeral a couple of weeks ago. I’ve only been to one funeral previously that I hardly remember but this was horrible. I placed a flower on his coffin before he was buried and I felt so empty. The fact that human lives are so fragile and can be taken in an instant, or dragged away over a number of years disgusts me. I am religious but I don’t believe in a higher power deciding on events, I mean how could you? With all the death and pain and war, surely no one could let that happen. I miss my grandad a lot, but he hasn’t really been my grandad for years, so in a way he’s at peace now and so is my grandma. R.I.P.