False Dawn

I was going to tell you how great my Christmas and New Year had been:
We went up to Carlisle for a week, came back and spent some quality time with Rob, enjoyed a decent New Years Eve party and socialised, socialised, socialised with friends and family. Gramp had a miracle turn-around too -- his strangulated hernia unblocked itself, he started eating again, his bone-cancer was a misdiagnosis, and was -- as far as we were concerned -- out of the woods of immediate danger.

He caught pneumonia overnight and died at 10:20 am this morning.

I thought I was prepared, but the speed of his passing -- and the single hour between learning of his pneumonia and death -- has left me shocked and very upset.

I've spent an hour sat in the car pondering things, and have returned to my desk to eat lunch and post this up.

He was a wonderful grandad and I'm going to miss him.