I lost my grandad nearly two years ago, and it hasn’t got any easier. This time of year just makes it so much harder.
Now a bit of back story my grandad was basically my father, mine was jailed for abusing my sister and myself.
My grandad gave up his retirement dreams to stay with us, adapted to name changes and never, ever complained that we’d changed his whole like. I’ve got texts on my phone from when I got a nurse to send a commode to his room, and him calling me a cheeky bugger. He was the greatest man in the world! He was. RAF man and my greatest hero. He brought me my first ring and I was stood there when he gave my nan a cheeky kiss when he’d annoyed her! I would give everything to see him one more time.
So yeah, if you can give me some advise or be honest that it’s gonna suck forever.
So yeah I guess thanks if you’re still reading