I actually found this out on Thursday last week but as my brother and his girlfriend and my sister and her husband were (separately) on holiday I couldn't say anything in case they saw it. My mother wanted to tell them face to face, and today everyone found out. My Granddad died, and once again I am consumed with guilt at just how rubbish a grandson I have been. The last time I saw him was last year when I went up north to visit my daughter and dropped in to spend some time with him. I told him I would visit him again 'probably after Christmas' yet somehow I never could find the time and now I never will.

Having sat on this news for a few days I was of course finally able to pay tribute today by posting the above photograph on my personal Facebook profile with the caption 'Rest in peace Granddad'. Turning my phone back on after collecting Jack and walking him home I checked Facebook again to find lots of supportive comments, that is when it hit me. That is when I sat down and cried.