Not a fun journal, feel free to skip
My (steph)grandfather passed away last night. I was still awake and since my bedroom is above my parent's bedroom (old house, you can hear like everything that happens in the house) I could follow the complete phone conversation my mom had with my grandma in the night. Anyhow, this won't be a very long journal. Yesterday we couldn't really talk to him or touch him, cause whenever you touched him, held his hand, he tried to open his eyes and look who was there. He fought against the process of dying whenever someone made contact with him so we had to 'leave him alone' at the end so he could finaly die. It was quite sad to see cause he must have been really scared (he sometimes showed some signs of being scared and frustrated) but now he's gone. He 'left' when everyone had left the building to go home to sleep. Now it looks like he's sleeping and like he can open is eyes any minute. He doesn't look 'scary' as most dead people. For a person who was as ill as he was, he looks darn good in his bed. Together with all the grandchildren, and kids we'll decorate the coffin with markers. I find that quite a peaceful idea since he was a pretty 'colorful' person and he wasn't a real oldfashioned/classic man. He always gave me extremely good advise on my art. While others only looked at it and told me it looked fine, he always had something I could improve (and he was able to bring that critique in a very motivating and logical way).
He truely was a hero, and he'll always be.
Thanks for all the support everyone.
I would like to end with some features
These awesome drawings were made by lovely people to cheer me up, and it definitely worked