This day last year was a normal day. I woke up, got myself ready and went out to spend the day with friends. Little did I know what was going to happen.
While I was out that afternoon I had a phone call of my Auntie giving me some bad news. My Granddad had turned for the worst and he had a few hours left.
Me and my granddad wasn’t very close. The last time I really saw him, I was around 6 years old. It was at my great Nan’s wake. My parents had got into a huge argument with my grandparents and the rest of my dad’s side of the family and from that basically, I never really saw or spoke to that part of the family.
Anyways, back to that night. After speaking to my Aunt, I decided to get in touch with my Uncle and other members of the family to find out what was going on. I didn’t really realise how bad he was. Around 6pm that night, because I couldn’t get to London my aunt rung me from the hospital, to basically say goodbye to my Grandfather. I told him I loved him and I hope he will be okay wherever he went.
About an hour later, he passed away.
A year on, I don’t really know how to feel. I have alot of memories with him before we stopped seeing each other and those memories I’ll keep close to heart. Wether we was close, or not. He was still my Granddad and that time we got together was lovely.
This is why I like to keep my family as close to me as I can, because in a split second, they are gone.
Rest in peace Granddad. Miss you lots. ❤