Feb 08, 2010 16:28
Gangan died on Saturday morning, Uncle Jim was with him.
There was a family pow-wow on Sunday to decide how everything would go- he's being cremated in his boiler suit. There will be brass band music and a humanist service. All the grandchildren are escorting the coffin.
I don't really know what else I want to put on here and I think it will be something which I have to work through alot over the coming year.
I have little interest in much else right now.
I'm ok though, better him gone than be trapped in the body he was in. My Gangan will always be a strong, good man.
Everything is miles away.