My grandad died yesterday lunchtime. He was 82 and was diagnosed with cancer last summer. In July last year the doctor said 2 months, then that he wouldn't be here for xmas and then finally gave him 2 weeks last week.
I am very very upset as I loved him to pieces. I used to love going round as a child and naughtily pulled a few sick days off school as my grandparents looked after me so my mum or dad didnt have to come home from work.
But I also feel something else. Maybe relief that he is no longer suffering and ill. But and this is very selfish of me but so I'm no longer dreading my Mum ringing me, almost like I don't have to wait for him to die. As I feel like since July I have been waiting for that phonecall.
Does thaat make sense to anyone else?