My grandad passed away today. 5 minutes before we arrived, he decided to go when we weren't there on his own terms.
Except when we got there, we went in to see him. I saw my grandad, cold and soulless, and I don't know how to deal with it. He was lying there, mouth open and eyes closed, his face sunken, his skin mottling and his skin white and cold. And we spent an hour with him.
I spent an hour sitting in his room unable to take my eyes off of him. My brain is now imprinted with an image of his lifelessness and I don't know how to cope with it. How do I do this? How do I sleep when every time I try to close my eyes all I see is his face?
I love him so much and want to remember him as the clever grandad I once knew, but no matter how hard I try I simply can't
Except when we got there, we went in to see him. I saw my grandad, cold and soulless, and I don't know how to deal with it. He was lying there, mouth open and eyes closed, his face sunken, his skin mottling and his skin white and cold. And we spent an hour with him.
I spent an hour sitting in his room unable to take my eyes off of him. My brain is now imprinted with an image of his lifelessness and I don't know how to cope with it. How do I do this? How do I sleep when every time I try to close my eyes all I see is his face?
I love him so much and want to remember him as the clever grandad I once knew, but no matter how hard I try I simply can't