Please don't forget me


I have to admit, this blog post has sat in my Drafts for quite a while. I didn't know if I wanted to post it, if I was ready to post it, or even if I should. However after all it's my blog, to post whatever I feel, and I guess this has been on my mind a lot recently. I'm sorry if it seems like a bit of a depressing subject, but I've always used writing as a way to wash out all my worries. 

Death is normal, but it doesn't make it easy. I don't want to scare anyone but I don't think we ever really 'get over' loss. Losing someone you love is like loosing a little piece of your heart, It doesn't matter what you do, or what people say, it can't be undone. I have to admit, grief teaches you a lot about yourself that love never could. Grief helped me become the person i am today, it made me more resilient. It also taught me not to take anything for granted.

I'm not going to lie 5 years have passed yet there are still moments where my eyes well up, i get a lump in my throat and it stops me in my tracks. It may be the dreaded funeral song, a smell of aftershave he used to wear, or even a old saying that I knew he would say. It took me a long time to realize, it's ok to be upset or angry or sad. However other people may need you, even if you don't need them. There is nothing you can do to change what happened, as hard as it is to accept, unfortunately that's the reality of it. You have to take control of your life, seize every opportunity, and make sure you live the life you want to lead - because some people don't get the chance. 

"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep.. that have taken hold" - J.R.R Tolkien

John Valentine Gray
My beloved grandfather, my best friend and my hero. I was never close to my parents - I'm still not. It was always my Grandad who I turned to for advise, for help, for guidance. He taught me wrong from right, brought me up, and I lived with him from a young age. My Grandad was the most active, healthy, outgoing person I knew. He was always the one who would run around with us when we were young, play football, go on a bouncy castle with us. 


When I found out I was pregnant, the first thing I wanted to do was ring up my Grandad and tell him. Unfortunately that wasn't possible. I've learnt to treasure the memories I do have, there isn't a person who can take them away from me. Everyone used to refer to me as my Grandad's shadow, because everywhere he went I followed. When he got taken ill, this didn't change. I went to every single hospital/doctors appointment. I was there when he had his surgery, I was there when he got told he had Cancer. I watched the colour drain out of his face, That was the first time I ever saw my Grandad cry. My grandma crumbled, and it was me who ended up pulling everyone back together. I was 16 when my Grandad got diagnosed with Cancer, he had Oesophageal cancer, we also found out it spread to his Liver. The first thing my Grandad did was discharge himself from hospital and came home. I stayed with him to break the news to his kids (my mum, aunt and uncle). Everyone was so shocked, and with a good reason to, he was the healthiest person in our family. He was the strongest person I know, every family has a peacemaker, the one person who can end all arguments, the voice of reason, and the one you turn to for guidance. This person was him, now we all had to face the fact that he might not make it through this. 

"On average, 30% of people with oesophageal cancer will live for one year after the diagnosis, and 8% will live for five years after the diagnosis"

My Grandad was offered chemotherapy, and radiotherapy, However after the first course, he said enough was enough. It wasn't that he didn't want to fight, because I know he did. He just didn't have the energy to fight it, the Cancer took hold quickly, it was far to aggressive and advanced for them to slow it down, so there was a very very slim chance the chemotherapy would even help him. I have never been more proud of my Grandad then I was in the moment he turned to his doctor and said 'Enough's Enough, realistically, it isn't going to help me, or prolong my life, it's just going to make my last days harder because I wont have any energy to say goodbye' That's when he kindly turned down the treatment. He reassured my family that he wasn't giving up, he was just facing facts.


The doctors told us we would have 6-8 months with him, However that wasn't the case. I dropped out of 6th form to help my Grandad, Education wasn't that important to me at the time, In my mind, I had forever to pick up on it and go back to it. I wasn't guaranteed that long with my Grandad, and that to me was more important. I remember it was a really really nice weather when my Grandad was ill, I spent most of my time, with him, on sun loungers in the garden. I'm not going to glamorize it, he was a really sick man, He could barely eat anything, the doctor prescribed protein milkshakes so at least he was getting what he needed. He could barely walk, and in the end we got a wheelchair so I could take him out - give my Grandma a break, and get him out of the house. 

I helped him sort through all of his photographs of the family, he was the last living relative on his side. So he wanted to make sure we had all the photographs labeled of who everyone was so we didn't forget and for the future generation in case they wanted to do a family tree. The next task was his funeral, we called the undertaker who came to the house, this really upset my Grandma, but you have to understand my Grandad was a practical person, he took care of all the bills (she didn't have a clue what a direct debit was), he made sure that my Grandma didn't have anything to worry about when he did pass. He wanted it to be as easy for her as possible. Unfortunately my Grandad was too ill to talk to him on that day, so off he went, and he never got to see the undertaker again. So then it fell to me, because I was constantly there, by his side he told me his funeral wishes and I wrote them all down for him. We went through funeral songs, and he picked the ones he wanted. I was told he MUST have a Scottish pipe band play him into the funeral. 

my prom

Next, he wrote a letter for my family, which he then gave to me with strict instructions to read at his funeral. He wanted everyone to know how proud he was of them. Then he asked me to speak at his funeral, but his request was, I had too keep it upbeat, and he wanted to read it before he passed away - meaning I had to write it there and then. He then turned to me and said 'do me a favour, wear make up to the funeral, lots of eyeliner but it can't be waterproof'. I replied 'then it will smudge if I cry' He smirked and said 'yeah I know, so that means you can't cry, you have to stay happy, because your like me, we are built of strong stuff, they'll need you, especially your Grandma'.

My grandad
Your are my hero, my sunshine
and my stars.

You brought me everything
and spoiled me rotten,
you cuddle me ever so softly,
and thoses cuddles will never be forgotten.

You mean the world to me and
i love you more then anything
if i was ever scared or hurt, 
you would always fix everything.

Your worlds always calmed me and
put courage into my mind,
when you would go somewhere i
would follow close behind

You've always been a favorite
to everyone you know,
remembered with a smile, 
you were full of goodness from head to toe.

Your smile was contagious,
your heart pure of gold.
Always though of everyone else,
and gave us your jumper when it got cold.

You played football with all the boys,
even though you let them win.
When we was all little, you held our hands
and round and round we would spin.

Giggles and laughter would take over, as
piggy back rides would last forever and ever.

You were such a strong person,
we never saw you cry.
However you got tierd,
and we had to say goodbye.

God knew that you were suffering
he knew that you were in pain.
he knew that you would never 
get well on earth again.

he saw the road was getting rough,
and the hills were hard to climb.
so he closed your eyes and said goodbye,
and we will see you another time.

Why you were taken away that day,
i will never know or even understand

i will always sit here miss and
thinking of you every moment i can
i think of how much everyone loved you
and how much you were a wonderful man.

till the day i see you again, grandad, may your heart be at ease
and know that i'm proud of you for fighting that disease.
and so goodbye does not mean you are gone
so aslong as i still love you, your memory will live on.

Sadly, My grandad passed away peacefully 8 weeks after his diagnoses, with his family by his side. I slept next to him every night in his last days. I cannot tell you how much i love him, or how much he taught me. He had such a amazing personality, and i will never forget him.



I remember when he got near the end, he got Jaundice, which is common due to liver cancer. My cousins were very confused as to why he was going yellow. So my Grandad told them he was going to become a Simpson, and from then on they always wanted to bring him doughnuts because they thought he was homer.

My Grandad was the bravest person I know, the one thing he was scared of, was being forgotten. He always used to say 'Please don't forget me'. That was my main reason for writing this. I could never forget him, and I take flowers up to his sanctum every other week. I just wish we had more time, 62 years old was far to young to pass away. 

5 comments

  1. Very moving post, you and your Grandad were blessed to have one another xxx

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  2. Such an honest post. Its lovely to remember those who are so special to us.
    Anneka xx
    www.mamaandthree.blogspot.co.uk

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  3. Thank you :) means a lot to me for you to leave your opinion x

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  4. What a nice and touching tribute to your grandfather. The story was actually very similar to my father's battle with cancer and passing... one year ago tomorrow. Such a tough thing to go through, but it sounds like you were exactly what he needed. You were lucky to have one another.

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