My beautiful grandad has just died. My beautiful, kind, caring grandad. And I don't know what to do with myself. We've moved our wedding to next Monday so he could be there, but he just went downhill so fast and now he's gone. And I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not sure even why I'm writing this but I've got to put it somewhere. Please someone hold my hand and tell me it'll be OK.