It's been emotional.

 My girls lost their grandad a few weeks ago. It was his funeral this week.

He had been ill for a few months and we knew it was terminal, but he went sooner than expected. On one hand a blessing for him, on the other a terrible shock and tragic loss for everyone around him. He was a good man, and he will leave a huge hole in their hearts.

I've always struggled with loss.

I don't know what to say to people when they are grieving. I detest platitudes, and even when I speak from the heart I feel somehow my words are lost. There is nothing you can say to make things better, and I find that so hard to deal with.

Seeing loved ones in pain, physical or emotional is so hard.

There have been hugs, and reassuring words, but I still feel like I haven't done enough.

The most important thing, in my mind, is that they allow themselves to grieve, because I know from experience that tucking your feelings away and getting on with life becomes a cancer that slowly rots you from the inside out. 

Grief is necessary.

It comes in waves and takes you by surprise some days. It hits you when you least expect it. It takes time.

Goodnight lovely grandad. ❤