So much has happened in the past seven days. I thought about not blogging about it but decided that it would be good for me. So here goes.
On Wednesday last week, it was announced that our department is being restructured and we will all have to reapply for our jobs. While this is not great news, it is the second time in five years, that I’ve had to reapply for my job. So even if the outcome is not what I hope for, I know I’ll get through it.
I received worse news on Monday though. I received a phone call at 6:17 a.m. from my cousin, in the UK. She was letting me know that my grandad, who has been in a nursing home for the past few weeks, was deteriorating rapidly and the family had all been called and were gathered around his bed. They didn’t expect him to last much longer.
At 7:07 a.m. I received a second phone call telling me he had died. To say I’m gutted is an understatement. He was my grandad. I’m gutted that I won’t be going to his funeral. All my family live in the UK. We live in New Zealand. I’m gutted I won’t get to say goodbye one last time. I’m gutted for my mum aunty who have lost their dad.
Equally, I know I’m lucky to have had him in my life for so long. He lived to the ripe old age of 94. He lived a good, happy life with my grandma. They were married for some 70 years.
RIP Grandad. Love you. Always. x