Or at least that’s what I like to believe.
When you lose a loved one the only thing I find that keeps you going is the idea that you will see them again some day. You don’t know where, when or how but you just know there has to be something more after this life.
I’m not religious, nor do I believe in heaven or hell but I do believe there is something more than what we are aware of. (Or I like to hope!).
I have found it difficult to express how I feel about the loss of my Grandad. My mind has been on overdrive for months now and I’ve reached a point where I can’t process anymore. I’m a little nervous about how I will handle the funeral.
My Grandad was a strong character. Always smartly dressed and stood tall. As a young girl I was convinced he was father Christmas and the sandman! He would tuck me and my brother into bed and ‘sprinkle magic sand’ over us to help us sleep. I could see the sand and whenever I close my eyes (even now) I can still see the magical sleeping dust.
As I grew up and started working in the betting shop it gave me and Grandad something in common. We bonded over the horse racing, had a bet together and often laughed over our small loses.
I will always giggle to myself as I remember him snoozing in the chair after Christmas dinner!
Tomorrow my family and I will celebrate life for Grandad. Mike had a long and happy life and only a few days before we lost him he told me how he wanted us to have a party.
For anyone who wishes to say fair well to Grandad Mike the funeral is tomorrow, 11/11/2017, 10am at Canley Crematorium.