This post is an anonymous guest post
Lots of people ask this, would you help a love one stop suffering and my answer is yes. For as long as I can remember my grandad has being in and out of hospital for different reasons. One reason is the dreaded disease cancer, he had bowel cancer and ended up with a complosy bag. He won that battle and he was in remission.
But then he was in and out of hospital. My grandad wasn’t just my grandad he was my dad. The only man I ever loved, he brought me up with my mom and nan since I was a baby and nearly 12 months later I still can’t believe he is dead.
He deid on the 25th febuary 2011 and I can’t forgive myself, as from the time he was in hospital on Christmas day 2010 until the day he died. I never went to see him.
I blame myself and hate myself as my little old grandad died by himself. If I knew he was going to die I would of stayed with him and not left his side. I would have stayed there with the only men who ever really love me and I still can’t believe it.
The day of his funeral I screamed for them not to take his coffin down. I just wanted to walk out of the funeral. I blame myself for not being there and I will never forgive myself.
