My beloved grandad passed away 8 months ago, I never knew my real dad so my grandad took his place, I lived with him, he taught me to drive and bought me my first legal drink etc.
When he became ill I tried to repay the favour, taking him to all his chemo appointments and was there until the bitter end
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Now a year on and all I can think of is a Christmas without him, I've spent Christmas with my grandad for the last 28 years and the thought of him not being here this year just makes me panic.
I know he was ill and suffering so he had to go really but why? Was one of lifes truly good guys.