Our Pa, 15.12.2011
(London, United Kingdom)
Throughout my childhood my Granddad, that I called "Pa", was my farther figure. He supported me and protected me, helped me with all aspects of my life.
When I hit my teenage years I wouldn't visit my grandparents as much, I was a typical teenage girl. However, this never meant I loved them any less. On Mothers day 2011 my Nan became ill, this was the start of hardest year of my families lives.
She worsened over some months and went to hospital in September for a period of 6 months. The whole family visited her as much as we could. Pa, who relied on my nan to cook and clean had to learn for the very first time to live alone. He visited my nan every single day in the mornings. Sadly, we neglected him as we was all concerned for my nans health.
On the 15th December 2011 my mum received a phone call from my Aunt telling us Pa had a heart attack. I burst in to tears in fear for his life. Then half hour later we got another call, they said he was stable and my aunt left the hospital as he begged her too now he was "fine". I settled down and went to bed with my boyfriend. The phone rang again... I knew, I knew that was it, he was gone. My mum came rushing in my room in tears. I sat up-right and demanded her to tell me. I needed her to say it out loud, I had to hear them words. "Pa's gone, he's dead." Then my world shattered. My dad was gone. Forever.
However, this isn't a sad story. After Pa passed my nan went from the brink of death to coming home on the 4th February 2012. He gave her all his strength to recover, he knew we would need her. And boy, he wasn't wrong. My nan has helped me and my mum through so much! I could write a novel full of the things she has done for us.
I love you Pa and I love you nan! The most amazing grandparents in the entire world! Xxxxx
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