My grandad is gone

Dad phoned me last night. He just fell over while bringing the shopping in from the car, and never got up again. He’d done it before so his girlfriend (what do you call them at that age? He was nearly 84) didn’t think much of it until the next day when she finally phoned for help as she was hungry. How horrible does that sound eh! But I think she simply didn’t really realise, or wanted to, what had happened. The perils of living far away - you never know what is going to happen and who you need to make an extra effort to talk to…