Death, specifically the death of a loved one is something hard to deal with for most people. Just a few months ago in early may my granddad had passed away, he had passed due to prostate cancer, he was only 67. I had always seen him as an immortal, someone who could not die. Yet that's how life is, unpredictable and scary. The whole sad part about is, is the fact that he never had the chance to walk my mother down the isle for my parents eventual wedding. He will never see any me or any of my siblings reach adulthood. These thoughts are things I have to deal with, even though its been a few months now I'm still finding myself getting emotional because I'll never get to see him again. He was such an amazing person to talk to and you could always keep a great conversation going for hours on end. He had a great sense of humour and always gave great hugs. At this point it's just good to remember what he had left behind.
It's taken me this long to address this because I didn't know how to really, I was on a 2 month long hiatus due to the events that transpired. But now I'm able to cope a bit better and get back into the swing of things.
This was more of a vent so if you manage to read this I won't really reply to the comments.
Thank you Granddad I hope you are doing better, love you.
