My maternal grandfather went into hospital on the morning of Wednesday 24th of February because no one could wake him up. My mother spent every day with him in the hospital until the evening of Monday 29th of February as he had passed away.
We were at the funeral home on the evening of Wednesday 2nd March and on Thursday we buried him.
My parents and I spent Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday in Tipperary with my Grandmother and the rest of the family looking through old photos, telling stories, while both grieving and laughing.
I got to remember all the good times I had with him whenever I visited. Like going for walks up the road and pretending the three piggies lived in the shed at the end of the road and we would run the whole way back to the house pretending the big bad wolf was chasing us.
I will always miss him but I will always be able to smile at all the happy memories we've had!
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, he was sick since Christmas so we were visiting them all the time.
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