cheerful subject i know but i'm writing about this for one of my uni courses and it's pretty insane thinking about it all again.
i was 12 when my grandad who i was very close to died.
the weird thing is were it to happen now i'm pretty sure that we wouldn;t be as close. i feel a bit odd admitting it but in a way him dying then means that i will always have an especially fond memory of him that perhaps i wouldn't have otherwise.
is this thread a bit too emo?