I text my mingez and they said they not only were trying to find a way home ASAP but they were on their way to collect me. In the meantime, I had to explain the situation to my lecturers and excuse myself from the photography kids with them not noticing. Even though I wanted to apologise for my hasty exit, I knew that a) I'd sort of kill the buzz for the weekend and b) I wouldn't be able to handle the sympathy..
As the days go by, it doesn't get easier.. Nor does it get harder. It just stays the same- my grandad is no longer around. When I go home, I still expect to see him waiting for me at the kitchen table. Warm smile greeting me, the smell of whatever he's been cooking floating around the house, and a story about what happened when he was out and about biking around town.
I miss you. I really do. I often wonder what life would've been like had you survived the hit and run and were still around. Memories of you have not waviered, little things catch me out from time to time.. Like tv programmes or if they sing the hymn i choose for when we walked you out of the church for the final time.
I love you. And when I think of you, I still smile even if a tear or two escapes..
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