Goodbye Granddad
This afternoon Oskar and I went to visit my grand father for what is highly likely to be the last time. He was asleep and looked old and tired.

My grandfather (and grandmother) moved to an outer suburb of Melbourne when I was in grade 4 and from then on, I didn't see them as much. Recently, I've seen them around 5 or 6 times a year, Oskar has seen them more (with my Mum) and knows them well for a great grand child.

A few weeks ago I took Jasmine to see them both. The joy on their faces was wonderful and I have realised over the last week that seeing their great grand children must be a thrill for them both. With that in mind I feel sad yet happy, in the sense that I know he is about to die (more tears here) yet happy that I have been able to in some way contribute to their lives with/through my children.

On the way to the gym this morning I saw a van pull up in a side street and a man in suit got out with a stretcher and rolled it into a house, I'd never thought about it before but that's what happens..

Goodbye grand dad, you taught me a lot as a young child. I'm sorry I didn't spend as much time with you over the last many years but I will always love you.

Update : Granddad died last night. My grandma rang around 10pm to tell me he had just passed away. She sounded good. This morning I went and told mum. RIP Arthur.