Rip grandad, gone but never forgotten

Today marks four years since my grandad passed away. That time has flown by. I cant believe he’s been dead four years. It sure doesn’t feel like it.

I still miss him every day. He was my moms dad. A huge part of my life. I think of him every day, thoughts of him are never far away.

He always wanted me to try to lose weight. Now that I am, I pray to him to look down on me, and keep me motivated. I think he does. I feel his presence around me on most days.

Rip grandad, bill. You were such an inspiration to me.

I will leave you all with the song we played at his funeral, at the crematorium. Its a fitting song. He was 80 years old when he died.

Rest in peace, I love you always!

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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