Hello,
so yesterday my special, loving and caring grandad took his last breath and left us.
Grandad was diagnosed with cancer of the osophagus march 13th this year with mets to liver and kidneys nothing could be done we was told a prognosis of 6-9 months.
It hasn't even been 4 months and he was cruelly taken away from us.
I feel I need to put my blame somewhere he went from being able to have a conversation with me 2 days before he died to not being able to talk or barely recognise who I was.
I was with him right up until he took his last breath and that's all I can keep picturing will this image ever go away? I don't want to remember my beautiful grandad like that.
thank you
x