A couple of weeks ago, my grampa passed away. He was told about 6 weeks before that his heart was starting to fail and a few days after was admitted to hospital. I asked the nurses if I could visit in the morning as I needed to pick the kids up at 3 and could not guarantee that I would be there for 7 with the M8 being as busy as it is. They were fine with this and I went in twice a week to see him, it was nice being just the 2 of us, and we would chat away.
He started to fail fast and one Sunday at 6am we had a call to say to expect the worse, we took the kids in to say bye, sadly he lost his fight on the Thursday. This was the day before the retreat, and my grampa would have wanted me to go, but it was so hard to do so.
I could not tell the kids before I left what had happened so left the retreat early and drove home to tell them, my wee girl was devastated as she was very close to him. The funeral was the following thursday and I did a reading, it was a Humanist service, and was really lovely, Lauren sobbed all the way through. She is still very upset.
So why papa toe???
When Lauren was wee, she had to differenciate between her Papa's , my dad became papa Terry, her daddy's dad became Old Papa, and my grampa who had had a big toe removed became papa no toe, shortened to Papa Toe, he has a friend called Robert who has a wooden leg, so yip he is Robert Leg!!!
We also had more bad news the day after the funeral, my husband's cousin had sadly lost his fight agains cancer, he was 41 and leaves 2 wee kids. The funeral is tomorrow.
We are both devastated by both deaths, but we have each other and our kids to rely on.
Anyway I promise that I will try to keep this blog updated more, and later on will post a pic of the scrummy new ribbon kit we have coming soon
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