(23 Aug 2014, 5:25 pm)Marcus wrote Cheers Dan, he died 31 March this year, and it feels like he's been gone forever.....
I remember being absolutely devastated when my parents told me and my sister. It's one of those situations you never forget. Sitting in the conservatory, typical weather outside, then they just say - 'Grandad's died'.
Another thing that really has annoyed me was his GP at The Lavender Centre in Pelton was focusing on his Emphysema (he worked down the pits), and didn't seem to understand why he was having eating problems. When they finally did discover he had Stomach Cancer, it was too late, and he died not even a month later......
As it was Stage 4 when they found out, it's likely his cancer was developing when my Grandma's was proving fatal.
I will never forget when my old granddad, he only went into hospital for a blood transfusion and died from an aneurysm(is that the correct spelling), I nipped outside for a cigarette and to phone my mother to tell her to come pick me up on her way from from work. Next thing I know, some little woman who was visiting her relative came fleeing and told me to come back inside, saying 'something is not right, the doc wants you' pretty obvious what was going on, I was quickly ushered into a side office where a doctor completely destroyed me and treat me like something on the sole of his shoe because I was screaming at him and banging my fists about, I was in a situation where there was only one person in the world I wanted at that point, the only person we know we can turn to in times of need for unconditional love and support, I have never been so pleased to see my mother walk into a room, I may as well have a baby that day, given how fragile and vulnerable I must have been feeling, there is no love like a mothers love...
I have often wondered why in times of need, the one person we cry for is our mothers, ya think it is just because a mother has the right touch to help there kids...
So Marcus, it has been a few months now, things will get better, I promise you that, over time your wounds will heal, you will obviously never fully get over, I haven't and it is 9 years in September for my old granddad, after his funeral, I went to bed that night and stayed in my room till December, only coming when I had to and lost a lot of weight in the process...
At least your nan and granddad are reunited in heaven, take comfort from that...These days people tell me they see him in me, he was intelligent, loved reading books(The only person I know who has read the bible from cover to cover,despite not believing in it, I think he has also read the Qu'ran, Book of Mormon and the Jewish Torah) and liked history and I am the same, although I am not an avid book reader
