Seeing my Mum falling to pieces was the hardest thing I have ever had to witness. Walking into the room they had my Grandpa laid in the bed had been difficult. Seeing his body, I felt oddly numb. Like it wasn’t real. He simply looked like he was sleeping. Like I had seen so many times before when he was napping in his chair. But this time there was an almost ethereal calm over him, and I hadn’t dared to go over to him and touch him. Not wanting to feel that deathly cold that a dead body is meant to have. The room was cold enough in itself. And I didn't know that I wanted to remember my Grandpa feeling that way.
But the moment Mum walked over to Grandpa and was close to the side of his bed she froze. Her eyes locked upon his face. I heard the most painful of sounds slip from her lips, bef
