3 1/2 years ago, Wednesday 5th June 2013, I had finished my last exam and was getting ready to go to the cinema with my boyfriend. My Grandad had been in and out of hospital but I hadn’t thought anything of it.  That night, my Dad called me downstairs and told me my Grandad wasn’t going to make it. I sobbed into his chest. I was devastated. This was my first human encounter with death. The next day my whole family sat by his side as he died. My Nan, my Mum, my Dad, my sister and brother and myself held on to some part of him. We were there as he died. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done but the most beautiful thing and the only way I would have had it: us together right by his side.  It was perfect. The funeral was great. It sounds like a such a strange thing to say, but it was the perfect goodbye. The amount of support we had from everyone was tremendous. I sang “Wishing you were somehow here again” and I felt at peace.