My granddad is one of my family members who I have never been ashamed of. I only see him about once every three weeks even though he lives five minutes away, and I have definitely not been the best granddaughter. He always remembers everything going on in my life, whether it was exam dates or a netball match or a work experience interview, he always remembers.
When I found out that he is at hospital it killed me. He is the most sweet, caring, and selfless person I have ever met, and the thought of him dying..? It’s just wrong. It will brake me. And it better not happen any time soon.