Crying as I write this, but after 4 weeks in hospital and surgery it was my grandfather's dying wish to get home. He was home in 1,5 weeks. He was happy to avoid having to lie in the hospital even if medical staff came in and out of the house. But on Wednesday evening he passed away, Grandma went to the kitchen for 5 minutes and when she came back he was no longer with us. He died 18 April and will always be in my thoughts and in my heart I'll never forget him.
Honestly, I've not felt strong enough to talk or write about it until now. I feel so empty and crying attacks come and go, it will take a while before I become myself again. I miss him so terribly much and have difficulty understanding that it is actually true. I hope he's happy where he is now! I think he's watching over me because I feel him around me everywhere I go. Tanks for all the prayers, I've felt your support and I still need u 'cause going through this is not easy. Love u hugs from Sweden :''(