On Thursday evening, my Grampa passed away suddenly. I will never forget the phone call from my mum. My Grampa was the only constant and consistent male relative in my life from the day I was born and was more like a dad to me π.
It was so much better for him to have left us the way he did, but because he left without warning, I feel like I havenβt been able to say all of the things I wanted to and I really wish Christmas Eve hadnβt been the last time I had seen him. I know by now that some things we desperately want to change, just canβt be, so there is nothing I can do now and I will just have to remember all of the lovely times we had together and that he met both of my boys and loved them both so much.
My Grampa George was always the one who wanted to know every detail about any eye appointments I attended and asked me all the time how I was getting on. I really appreciated those chats and I will miss them so much. Iβm not religious and never really believed in heaven, but Iβm hoping so much that there is one, as I canβt imagine never seeing him again π.
I apologise if I am quiet for a while, I am hoping after the funeral, I can get some closure and find some motivation to start blogging again, but until then, Iβm just going to try and focus on all of the good times and what an amazing, positive and happy person my Grampa was and how lucky he was to be so loved and how lucky we were to have known him xx
