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Dad called me at half eight this morning. Grandad died at half past one in the morning. I went back to Trees Road to meet my siblings, and then went over to my grandparents’ house. He knew it was coming, so he’d made clear how he wanted (at least some) things done. So far, we’ve [...]

It seems like so long ago that Grandad first had a bad turn. Wondering, worrying whether he’d be able to attend the wedding – wondering whether he’d even still be alive at that stage… He came to the wedding, and it was wonderful to have him there. He stayed right the way until the evening, [...]