On Thursday my Grandad died. Not the best way to start a post I know but there's no other way to say it. Though the delights of facebook brought me the new it was quite welcome, I knew the phone would ring and I knew what would be said. It was nice to not have it as such a shock. I wrote on here how I was feeling about the situation and I'm happy to say I wasn't how I expected.
I decided that going to work was the best idea. Why be depressed at home on my own when I could be depressed at work like any other day. Everyone was really good and although I thought I wanted to be on my own I didn't. Work [surprisingly] did cheer me up and yet again I felt like I'd be alright on my own but after speaking to my friend the thought of going home to an empty house was just horrible. This is where I feel so lucky, my two friends dropped what they were doing and came over. We spent the night having a laugh and discussing mindless music and celebrity trivia [which I don't know much about before you ask!]
This is one of my favourite bits of the "human condition", no matter how horrible the situation it brings out the best in people.
Thank you. x


