I got a call this morning at 6am from my sister Nicky to tell me my maternal grandfather had passed away. He had recently been diagnosed with stomach cancer so we knew he probably didn’t have much time left. I got up and got ready to go to work but then I started crying. I called Nicky back and I’m thinking of calling my grandma. It’s going to be weird for her now being on her own. I just wish I’d called them before Grandad died. I thought about it but I didn’t do it and now it’s too late.