This is very hard to write. I know it’s his style to be funny but all I can find is sadness.
Grandad died this morning (he never liked euphemisms) after a week in the hospice. He declined gracefully and great efforts were made to ensure he wasn’t suffering in any way. He got visits from dogs, and had a few days sitting outside in unseasonably warm weather listening to birdsong before he became too weak to move around. There was no drama, he just doffed his proverbial cap and slipped away while I slept beside him on the couch bed.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen to this site, I’d love to preserve it, and to know if he’s still hosting sites for others knowing him as the kind fella he was. Perhaps you could let me know by way of a comment what I can do, given that I only have a fraction of his internet knowledge. I feel very lost without him. I miss him tapping his feet to his folksy music and making me listen all the way through. I miss the way he kept banging on at length about esoteric things, and telling me about nice things that people do.
Thank you to all of the readers who’ve followed dad on this site and in real life, you gave him wonderful motivation and a powerful meaning to his life.
I hope that as I lay there this morning, drooling on my pillow as he left, that some of his soul spilled out into mine so I can keep him a little bit longer.
Love from
Daughter