My dad died aged 80 end of 2021 from natural causes, but suddenly in his sleep in hospital (we didn't get to say goodbye and i hadn't seen him for awhile beforehand due to covid)
I'm only 35 as he was an older father to me, and sadly when he died my daughters were only 4 and 5 weeks (he had never properly met youngest other than seen her briefly via video the day she was born, but he was very ill at the time)
We didn't have the easiest or closest relationship, but he was a good dad in many ways and had always been there for me, and I have many happy family memories of him particularly from childhood.
I try to console myself that he saw me settle down with a good man, get married, and had 5 years of being in DD1s life (although sadly most of the last 2 was lockdowns and him not being particularly mentally well)
But it's hard sometimes watching my girls grow up knowing he is missing all that- all of my youngest's first milestones, and her little character developing, the both playing together (I was an only child myself so he didn't get to see that then) and my oldest doing things like school nativity play etc.
He was never a particularly 'hands on' grandad, partly due to his age, so DD didn't have an especially close relationship with him and also she didn't see him alot in those last couple of years,but he still doted on and enjoyed her.
She is sweet when we go to his grave, and I'm trying to keep his memory alive with her, but realistically I know she won't really remember much of when he was alive.
It would have been his 82nd birthday on Saturday so I think its stirred things up for me abit.
Has anyone else found the hardest part of someone close to you passing away is watching your children grow up without them here to see and enjoy it?