My grandad was dying but my mum and my aunts kept trying to encourage him to ‘keep going’. I remember them almost forcing him to try and eat something so that he could ‘get stronger’ and ‘get better’. He wasn’t hungry. He felt pressured. I remember he took a long time to finally die. I felt like he needed permission to be able to die. I remember telling my grandad that it was OK for him to die if he was ready. He smiled and thanked me but my family were shocked by it.