Last weekend my family and I were with my Grandad as he took his last few breaths. It was a strange day, difficult to take in and fully understand, and it still doesn’t seem quite real. Afterwards we came back to our house for a BBQ, and I looked around the table at our small family, and loved that this could be such an intimate moment. We told stories from the past, talked about my Grandma, the funeral.
As Trout and I lay in bed that evening, I said, if I took a photograph of my Grandad as he died, and showed it to the younger him – the him with so much energy, and loved by so many – would he believe that that would happen? Surely not.
Age is a strange notion. I think to some extent we all believe that our lives will end differently – that it won’t be so terrible. I like to think that too, but in reality it just isn’t true. It’s best to not think about, though. Live your life now, make those trips, write those letters, throw yourself into huge changes in your life that seem overwhelming. Those are the stories that will be left behind, and cherished by your family, sat round a table, after you’ve gone.
Here are a few of my favourite photos of my Grandad.
In all of these photographs, he looks like he was the most popular one in the bunch – that people were drawn to him, that he made them laugh, that he had a bad side (!!!).
^^I hope that now they’ll be planning a few more trips to Greece. It’s been a long time.^^
Goodbye Grandad x