Grief is the last act of love we have to give to those we loved. Where there is deep grief, there was deep love.
2017 was supposed to be,my year, I celebrated New Year with the man I loved, I made resolutions, some I kept and some I broke, turns out 2017 isn’t my year.
In March I lost the greatest man in my life, my Grandfather, after a battle with not just one cancer but two he lost his battle. He was an extraordinary man, he worked hard to raise his family, he loved to learn and teach, if it wasn’t for my grandfather I wouldn’t be the creative I am now. He taught me how to appreciated ballet and classical music, he encouraged my love for art by teaching me about types of art and buying me the finest art supplies, he thought I never knew but I know he partially funded my childhood activities. He worked as an electrician and the occasional handy man but he should of been a teacher as you had no choice but to listen and learn from him, as soon as you would start zone out you’d get a sharp jab and “are you listening to me! Your not listening!”. If you ever needed to know anything and he didn’t know, his head would be straight into the books until he knew. The man could talk for England and I miss him so much, he was a very proud man, I had never heard him tell anyone he loved them, if you told him you loved him his response was always ” yeah, yeah mate” with a pat on the back and sneaky fiver slipped into your hand followed by the whisper ” sweetie money, don’t tell your Nan”
3 months after his passing we buried his ashes last Friday by a cherry tree in the crematorium gardens, he is finally resting in peace. Part Two
I met T on the dating website Plenty of Fish last year, we chatted for