It’s been ten weeks since my grandad died very suddenly and traumatically. These ten weeks are what I can only describe as torturous and hellish.
He was only 68 and should have had a lot longer.
I can’t seem to stop the tears I’m afraid. I cry at least once a day when I have some time to myself and the reality seems to sink in that I’ll never see him again. The guilt, the bargaining, the agony all seem to be resting on my chest and I just can’t stop the tears.
I know crying is healthy but I just find myself very exhausted. I think the only time I’m at peace is when I’m asleep. But we all have to face the day. It’s very hard.
I’m sure someone will be along to offer their support, but I just wanted to let you know that you have been heard and you are not alone.