That's a beautiful story at the end there. I've never seen a photo of your granddad but I have this perfect image of an elder gentleman in his armchair giggling away rather inappropriately around a bunch of kids at a party. And yeah that is life. Not the big moments, but the little ones. Its the unplanned stuff that sticks with you, they make for the most interesting moments cause they utlimately feel more real.
I think he waited for you and your dad too. Its not the first time I've heard of people 'hanging on'. And to me there is something so sweet and loving about that. I'm not sure how much of HIM was inside his mind on that last day but there was enough that he wanted to see his daughter, son and grandson one last time before he left. I hope you can learn to cherish that when the pain lessens.
Because it wasn't just a case of you getting to see him one last time, he got to see you one last time too.
He sounds like a great man by the way. And he must be to have inspired you. RIP Wills granddad x
Dev
Sorry for your loss, Coop. At least he lived a very long life! The only grandfather I knew well died when I was 12 or so.
Coop
I've got a good pedigree - my maternal grandfather died at almost 89, when I was 12. My paternal grandmother was the youngest of the four, reaching 83, when I was 23. Now I've lost my paternal grandfather at 91, while I'm 30 and who knows how old my maternal grandmother will be when she leaves us - currently 86.
A conservative average of 87.25, so I can hope for at least another 50 years and see where we go from there!