My nana's husband died yesterday. They have been together for about 14 years, since I was 10.
He was in his late 80s and very unwell with renal cancer and dementia and he broke his hip and they operated () and then he developed post-op pneumonia and died in the hospital.
I am sad because he was such a lovely kind man and he took me and my cousins on as his own Grandchildren. I do feel that it was his time though and he passed peacefully which I am thankful for.
My nana has pretty bad dementia and so she probably will not realise he is not around any more which I suppose is a blessing in disguise.
I feel sad that he died but not heartbroken like I was when my other nana died. Some other members of my family who saw him more and my cousins who called him grandad are really devestated and I feel bad that i don't.
I loved Arthur but equally i feel very at peace with it because I knew it was coming even before he broke his hip. He really had a very reduced quality of life and last time I saw him in the nursing home he was just asleep all the time and barely eating
My auntie rang me and she was sobbing and I feel guilty that i don't have that level of sadness because I really did love him.