Yesterday, I tried to write a blog post about what had been going on in my life. However, I stopped midway through because it was getting too difficult and I wasn’t completely ready to go back to blogging.
Sadly last night, my grandad died after being in a coma for a few days as he fell while in Winchester. It’s still a shock to me and I haven’t cried about it yet which is something I feel extremely guilty about as he was my step grandad and he supported me as a grandad since I was born.
My biological grandad died when my mother was young and my step grandad (Arthur) was married to my nan a long time before I was born. Even when I was little, I thought Arthur was my real grandad until I found out about my mum’s dad and came to understand about steps and that.
However, I do have another grandad which is my father’s father but he doesn’t see me very often and I don’t think he really knows who I am as a person. Arthur did in a lot of ways. He knew what I was up to at school, helped me with a few school projects, met my ex-boyfriend and spent many Christmases with me. He spent time and effort to me and he treated me like a granddaughter and I was so lucky to have such a happy person in my life.
He was so lively and young for his age that you would think he was a quite a bit younger. You could tell he enjoyed life with his singing and jokes even though they weren’t very funny sometimes haha.
I think everything is getting a bit too much for me now with this situation and breaking up with my long-term boyfriend. It’s difficult to have this much stuff going on in my life and be juggling my mocks. It’s so so so hard.
I don’t really want to go into large depth about my grandad yet because it still hasn’t sunk in but I hope you all have a lovely weekend,