So sadly this week I lost my grandad. I’ve never had a father so he was like a father figure. I lived there for the first few years of my life. I feel incredibly grateful I know him for 28 years.
Soo.. the funeral hasn’t been organised yet. After he is buried naturally I’ll visit his grave on his birthday, special occasions, Christmas and whenever I feel like I should.
I’ve been sat thinking this evening how my granny never speaks of her grandparents nor did my grandad. Likelihood is that they died when they were young but after some searching I find my grans grandmother died when she was in her twenties like me..
But I’ve never known my gran to visit her grave.. I’m not judging her on this at all.
I’m just curious and sad. I feel like going to visit their graves myself and laying down flowers but I wouldn’t know where to start but I know they are buried locally to my gran.
I can’t imagine ever forgetting him. I will still want to visit his grave when I’m an old lady myself!