For him I'll put on a brave smile and carry on as normal.
Inside my body is falling apart, my eyes tear up every now and then. The pain I feel doesn't stop.
He is my everything, my superhero, my teddybear. He is my Great Grandpappy and he is so special to me that no words can express.
The thing I've dreaded the most is happening. As I write this he is in his bed with my Great Grandmother to comfort him. He is dying and there is nothing I can do. It's such a shock because he was such a fit man, or so I thought. He was suffering with prostrate cancer for two years without my Mum and I knowing. The family knew it would have been hard for my Mum and I to live so far from him. It's a blessing we're back here with him now.
Sorry I can't write anymore.