Dealing with Loss

You may have noticed that blogging this week was lacking and if you follow me on twitter or my personal facebook account you'll know why. But for those who don't I wanted to fill you in briefly. Not because I have to but because I want to. 

My Grandad was diagnosed with mesothelioma last year and unfortunately the cancer was incurable. Last week on Monday the whole family was called to the hospice to say our goodbyes and he was deteriorating rapidly. But being his stubborn self he didn't go just yet. We spent day and night round his bed side until his final breath early Friday morning. It has been a whirlwind of emotion, sometimes we would cry and others we would smile and laugh reminiscing about his life. We have done so many things in the run up to his passing to make sure his fleeting time left was full of experiences, including going to the Grand National in style this year. One thing that has been obvious is how much closer our family has grown over the week, spending so much time together. And we were close to begin with. I'll be spending time in-between home and my Nanan's supporting her but I plan on coming back to blogging full-time.

Now you know the reasons why I haven't been blogging much this week I'll leave you with a poem I wrote about my Grandad who loved horse racing, gardening, nature and boating among many other things:

You are there each time we look upon buds in bloom and gardens grown,

Through the gallop of hooves against lush green lawn,

In the sway of water kissed by the sun or shinning moon,

In the simple lyrics of a Kingston tune,

As birds take their flight and sweep across the setting sky,

With outstretched wings and gentle calls as they fly,

The ripple of a boat's flag in gentle breeze,

And the first falling flake of a winter's freeze.

Whether they last mere seconds or days or more,

You are not gone.

It is such moments that remind us, 

You will always live on.