He's gone. And I cried for the first time I can remember in a situation like this. Apparently he was peaceful, and it was over quickly. Which is as much as anyone could have hoped for given his difficult circumstance.
But I'm sorry for all those days I slept in and didn't spend enough time visiting. I'm sorry we never got to share one of those beers that the nurses let Nan sneak in to the hospital room. And I'm sorry that I didn't go with mum this morning to visit, even though I could have.
Could have, would have, should have.
I'll miss him. Everyone will.
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Hey sarah,
I'm so sorry to hear about your grandad. I can't imagine what your family must be going through... just so you know, our thoughts are with you.
Love, nuz
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