I Watched My Grandad Die

Behind The Curtain: A memory of death…

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

“Mummy, I don’t feel well” I whined.
“What’s wrong Darling?” she asked.

I didn’t know what was wrong, I was only four. I just knew I didn’t feel ‘right’. I didn’t go to school that morning. Mum took me to the doctor instead.