Rest In Peace

On Saturday morning (26th February 2011), my Grandad passed away. My Mum phoned me on the way into work (I'd only been on the bus 10 Minutes!!). She recently posted a photograph of me and my Grandad on Facebook, which made me chuckle.

Photo taken when I was barely a year old in my parents marital quarters in Plymouth 1989.

It makes me thankful to a degree for the little things that life has to offer. Thankful for who we have in life. I am thankful for my beautiful family - my parents, my sisters and my brother. I am thankful for my fiancee - who has been a rock for me the past few days and knows what I'm really like when dealing with grief. I am thankful for my manager, and the lovely ladies and gents I work with who knows about what happened. I am thankful for my lovely friends who have sent messages of support, and know how much of a stubborn person I am.

It is surprising that despite loosing my Grandad, I've not cried as much as I thought I would. I think Paul would beg to differ (kinda lost myself on Sunday). To be honest, keeping your mind as active as possible so as not to dwell on the pain is bloody difficult, especially when you have 3 days off with not much tidying to do.

The positives from all of this is that I still have the same lovely people in my life, I still have creativity to show the world that will help me heal. I also am going to be starting an NVQ Level 2 in Beauty and Retail. 

Today, maybe a just rest, go to the shop to get things I need, and crochet while listening to music.