The Last Few Weeks

So the last few weeks have been a bit of a rollercoaster and I’ve just not had the urge to write anything substantial but writing itself is therapeutic so here goes…

The main concern was sadly the failing health and death of my wife’s granddad. The funeral itself was last Friday after what can only be described as 14 weeks of heartache. I’ve gone to see and sit with Grandad every lunch time for approximately the last 4 years, I’m not ashamed to say that one of my best friends in the world was that 80 year old man.  His quick wit and completely honest responses would make those visits hilarious.

It’s not to say it wasn’t smooth sailing to start with as I’m fairly certain when we met we couldn’t understand each other verbally! I originally come from down the South of the UK and Granddad was very much a Derbyshire man with a very thick accent, a man who would love to confuse me with the local dialect with phrases like “It’s black over bill’s mothers”. For the uninitiated that means that it looks like it’s going to rain, those crazy derbyshire locals! I’m grateful he accepted me into his family and treated me like one of his own.Add it into that mix the fact that I’ve been knocked for six by gallstones and by accompaniment a bout of Billory Colic, where those lovely stones get stuck in an opening causing an immense amount of pain it’s not been a great number of weeks.

But i’m going to pull out the silver lining. Grandad was poorly in those final weeks and seeing someone suffer in that way is never good. It would be selfish of me to wish he was still here so I could go and see him on lunch in the state he was in so in a way, he truly is at peace now. The gallstones have kicked me up the ass and in the last 3 weeks I’ve lost 8 lbs from changing my diet. Once my scan is out of the way I’m restarting running and hopefully that target weight of 11 to 12 stone is within reach.  Granddad wouldn’t want me to waste the time I have.

So thanks Granddad for being there to talk to, it was black over bill’s mothers the day of your funeral both literally and figuratively.

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