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so i did end up going over to my dad's on the 4th. my mum gave me scott and myself a lift over as my sister wanted to see my grandpa as well, so we went straight to the hospital. i'm so glad i went now, even though it was barely him, i whispered in his ear that he was the best grandpa ever. my uncle said he thought he could hear us, and i really hope so. we went back to my dad's where i was watching the clock hoping he'd make it to his birthday, but at about half eleven my dad started getting palpitations, then just after midnight looked at his phone to see he'd missed a call from the hospital at quarter to 12. we phoned them back and it turned out he probably went at about half past 11, when my dad started feeling weird, which is kinda spooky.
it's sad he didn't make his birthday, but to me he pretty much did, it was only half an hour. we thought maybe he was just having the last laugh as my dad and uncle were threatening to put a party hat on him on his birthday which he was having none of. also, the 4th was exactly 49 years since he met my granny. no doubt he'd have some insensitive remark about that to make, that was just his humour :)
it was sad, really sad, because he was so amazing and so well respected, but we knew he wouldn't want us to be bawling about it, so it wasn't horrific. he got a great send off on friday, LOTS of people came, and then his ashes were scattered on saturday round a statue of the virgin mary in the churchyard of the church he went to when he was a boy. the wind was blowing the wrong way, so my dad got covered, but we knew he would have laughed at that. it snowed a little bit during that as well, which was lovely. apparently the statue had been smuggled from france during the revolution in a coffin, which i thought was pretty cool, and made me think of medusa.
it's weird how many people know of both sides of my family over there. on the way back from the reception scott and i got a taxi and it turned out the driver had been taught by my grandpa, so i had to tell him we'd just been at his funeral. then another taxi we got, the driver had been taught by my other grandpa.
anyway, tiring week, but tis all ok.
it's sad he didn't make his birthday, but to me he pretty much did, it was only half an hour. we thought maybe he was just having the last laugh as my dad and uncle were threatening to put a party hat on him on his birthday which he was having none of. also, the 4th was exactly 49 years since he met my granny. no doubt he'd have some insensitive remark about that to make, that was just his humour :)
it was sad, really sad, because he was so amazing and so well respected, but we knew he wouldn't want us to be bawling about it, so it wasn't horrific. he got a great send off on friday, LOTS of people came, and then his ashes were scattered on saturday round a statue of the virgin mary in the churchyard of the church he went to when he was a boy. the wind was blowing the wrong way, so my dad got covered, but we knew he would have laughed at that. it snowed a little bit during that as well, which was lovely. apparently the statue had been smuggled from france during the revolution in a coffin, which i thought was pretty cool, and made me think of medusa.
it's weird how many people know of both sides of my family over there. on the way back from the reception scott and i got a taxi and it turned out the driver had been taught by my grandpa, so i had to tell him we'd just been at his funeral. then another taxi we got, the driver had been taught by my other grandpa.
anyway, tiring week, but tis all ok.