As I write my Grandfather is breathing his last breaths. I am flying home to Ireland on Monday, arriving Tuesday to be with my family but the reality we have accepted is that by the time I arrive he most probably will already be dead and buried. For now, and until he passes, he is sedated and surrounded by loving family. No one can ever hope for anything more.
My Grandfather is, and will always be to me, a hard working, kind, caring, noble gentleman who towered above me. A stunning, beautiful man. A loving husband, father and grandfather. He lived a full life, ran several businesses, had two children and six grandchildren. He never drank or smoked. His life was a triumph and I am in bits that it is over but know there is no tragedy here. A great man, if I can be half the man he was I too can be great. I am so proud to be his grandson.
Unconditional love, always.