This is not the post I planned to write today and I agonised over sharing anything at all. My world has ground to a halt… I’m devastated to share with you that last week my amazing Grandad (Dada I call him) passed away at the grand old age of 91 years old. He had been unwell for some time but it still understandably came as a shock. The week has passed by in a haze really when he took a turn for the worse Monday and we said our final goodbyes early hours of Thursday morning. In this post, I would like to share with you a poem and a few photos as a tribute to my truly amazing Dada.
I sit beside your hospital bed, hold your hand and bow my head
It’s nearly time for you to go… how do I know? You told me so…
At the grand old age of 91 years, you understand death mustn’t be feared
Dada I remember you bright green car, the adventures we had near and far
Days out and holidays too, we did love a trip to the zoo
If I ever fell down you would be there… wiping my knees with your hanky then combing your hair
The Christmases, birthdays, family things too… everything was fun with you
Supporting my dance dreams over the years, you were always there to squash my fears
You made it 90! How can this be? we partied with a brass band and birthday tea!
Eventually, you were a great-grandad too, your great-grandsons thought the world of you
Your life should be celebrated…all those years together
So many memories, we should treasure
This is not the end,
we’ll meet again.
My Dada, my hero, my lifelong friend.
Experience tells me that this heavy feeling inside won’t last forever and the tears will subside. If you still have your grandparents remember they will not be here forever… make sure you visit and squeeze them extra tight before you leave.
If you are experiencing grief I’m sending you a virtual hug right now… I know you need it. Just focus on remembering the good times… I know I am.
Rachael 🙂 x