Understandably this explains my absence, losing my grandfather was incredibly heart breaking for me, he was my ultimate teacher, if it wasn't for him I doubt i would even have a creative side, he always encouraged my creativity, always bought me the finest art supplies such as water colour paints and pencils, oil crayons, easels and expensive papers. One of my fondest memories was when he sat with me one day and put swan lake on the TV, as it was performed he told me the story they were telling though their dance. He loved music, another fond memory was when he forced me to sit and listen to the pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack and watching him get lost in the music with his eyes closed made me smile.
My grandfather had a short battle with cancer, he suffered terribly not only with pain but with humiliation, he was a proud man and having to be looked after by nurses caused him more upset so when I received that dreaded text from my mother just saying "gone" i felt two things, heartbreak and a sense of relief for him, his pain and suffering was over, he is now at peace hopefully watching over us.
The funeral was 4 weeks after his passing, it was hard, it felt like i grieved twice over, my grandfather wished to be cremated and had made his funeral wishes known to my Nan and my aunt and they did him proud. When the day came i thought i would be strong but as soon as the funeral cars arrived with the coffin, I broke along with my brother and my sister, my poor mum fell to pieces.
The day saw many a tears fall but we all had a sit down Meal after and we enjoyed the food and laughed and remembered. We were all so lucky to have him as our husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather, he left a part of him with all of us.
Wish me luck!