Bye bye Grandad.

When I was a wee Tesco Quality, I used to cycle up to visit my Nan and Grandad on a Saturday morning, who, were both retired.
Only thing was though, Grandad, who was normally up bright and early for his boiled egg and toast for breakfast, wasn't up.
Nan opens the door, and we both look in the living room to see if he was in there.

Nope. I go upstairs, and enter his bedroom, as they slept seperately due to whatever reason.
I was presented with the sight of a pain racked twisted face of my Grandad, who, as he got up, had suffered a massive stroke, and collapsed half on and half off the bed.

But, being of young age (I was about 10 - 11 if I remember correctly), I still shook him to try and wake him as I didn't quite comprehend what was going on - and the feeling of coldness was quite something to understand.
I kind of jumped down the stairs (and I mean JUMPED a full flight of stairs, breathing shot to pieces, hysterical like, and told my Nan, who then went up, came down, and calmly phoned for the doctor.

He was fully brain dead, but still had certain vital functions working (heart and breathing), but basically, the entire soul and life of him was gone.
Death is a very strange beast, and presents itself in more ways than I could ever start to comprehend.

I was of course, upset, disillusioned, not quite sure what to make of it all. But one thing is for certain - death is absolute, and will come to us all.

Cheerio Grandad.
( Tesco Quality 60.825659, -0.788337, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 21:00, Reply)