Some of you may know that on Saturday afternoon I lost my Granddad after a short battle with bowel and liver cancer. The only upside is that he’s back with my Nanny where I knew he wanted to be from the moment she left us last year.
Everyone keeps saying that they’re sorry and asking if there’s anything they can do. But the truth is, apologies mean nothing, and realistically there isn’t anything anyone can do to make this pain go away. Nothing. Because they’re gone and there’s nothing any of us can do about it. I just need to find a way to accept it and try and move on… is that even possible?
I’m convinced the reason my Granddad got cancer was because all he wanted was to be back with my Nan. I can understand that – they were soulmates, best friends, made for each other. I just wish it didn’t have to be such a horrible thing that tore him away so quickly. I only saw him a few weeks ago and now he’s gone.
I’m in a horrible state at the moment. Going from forgetting, feeling nothing, crying, feeling nothing, feeling like a zombie to forgetting again. It’s horrible. I just want to cry and get this horrible grief out of the way. It’s too much to deal with and I have no idea what I’m doing. I wouldn’t let myself grieve for Nanny for that exact reason. I didn’t know how to!
Now I have no choice. I need to find a way to deal with this, accept it and make sure I live my life to the full.
The only consolation to losing you is that you’re back with Nanny.
Sleep tight, granddad. I love you.
There is a very good reason I’m posting this at this time. Because I want people to see it. I want people to actually read a post that matters.
I lost my Nan to leukaemia last year, and I’m petrified that I’m about to lose my Granddad to bowel and liver cancer. Way too many of us lose who we love to cancer each and every day and I’m sick of it. So instead of just sitting back and moaning about it, I want to do something. I want to raise money to fund both care and research.
Last year Joe and I raised a massive £445 for MacMillan Cancer Care by running 100 miles over the course of August. Now I want to do something ongoing. Something that can be carried on day in, day out. I had an idea about selling the photos I take in return for donations to the charities, but I’m not so sure.
So I come to you, in the land of WordPress to help me come up with ideas and spread the word far and wide. I want us all to do a little something to help get rid of this nasty thing once and for all.
I can’t sit back and do nothing as more and more of our loved ones are taken away from us.
When I made the decision to move away from home to start a new life in London for university and to be closer to Joe, I never thought that one day there would be a huge part of me that questions whether I did the right thing. I don’t regret it, not one bit. Joe and I have started our lives together, we’re happy. The thing I do regret, is going back on what I told my family.
I told them I’d be home often and that they wouldn’t need to miss me too much, or I them. But the truth is, I rarely go home. I haven’t been home since May, haven’t seen my Mum since July and it kills me.
It’s especially hard at the moment with Granddad being so ill. He’s in hospital at the moment. He’s in a really bad way and Mum said he’s really not good. It breaks my heart that everyone is so far away and there’s nothing I can do to help. I can’t get anywhere. I can’t be any closer. I just don’t know what to do. The worst of it is, I don’t even have any family near me. None that you could call family anyway. I have “Dad” and “Grandparents” up the road who couldn’t care less, an Uncle who hasn’t spoken to me in over a year because he thinks the world owes him something. The only family I have nearby is Joe. Joe and his family.
All I want is to be closer to my family and to make my Granddad better. I just wish I could make it all go away. It hurts way too much to even think about.
Sorry for the emotional post on a Friday night, it’s just a horrible, stupid feeling that I hate more than anything. I need my family right now and they need me. But the only thing we can do is make sure we’re available to talk.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Home Turf.”
Five things that make my home, home.
- The canvass we had made of our favourite photo together.
- A cute little picture of a pinky promise. Our thing.
- My photos.
- My Disney DVD’s
- My books.
I’m a simple girl at heart. As long as I’m surrounded by the people I love and some books and my disney DVD’s to keep my mind occupied I’m happy. Other than the things that stay in the house, home is always better when Joe is here.
First day back at uni. Eek!
Today is my first day back at university and, despite only leaving 7 months ago, I’m so nervous!
It’s a big commitment and step going back to uni to further your career. To go from independent to suddenly being helped and observed again, but I’m ready for it. I think I am anyway.
I’ve decided I’m just going to embrace the new beginning and make the most of every second.
Now all I need to do is remember that I still need to strike a work/life balance. How do I do that again?