Loneliness
I thought the hardest part of loosing my grandad would be the overwhelming sadness that came with loosing a loved one but I was wrong the hardest part in dealing with his death would be the loneliness and emptiness of not having him around. I miss the sound of his voice screaming across the house to let my brother be, I miss the sound of his footsteps as he walks towards the tv room for his daily dose of local and international news. I miss the sound of his laughter as he comments on the happenings of some tv character on one of his beloved soaps but most importantly I just miss him. It feels strange to be in his house without him. I feel a little lost and lonely at the same time. I feel like I'm in a dream and any minute from now I'll awake and everything will be back to normal. I keep questioning myself, asking myself questions like would I be happier if he was alive but still in pain - if him being alive means I no longer feel this empty void inside of me. I wish I wa...