It's been five days since my grandad passed away and I've have only now been having a few tearful moments. I don't even feel that excited about going to warick castle for a day or two. I'm worried I'll keep having emotional episodes and they'll never end. I seem to think "why is this happening now?" I've got another granddad who lives in France and has been frail for some time, a colleague from work passed away in June. Even though I know my grandad was 84, I still feel like it was too soon and wish he had another 5 or 10 more years of life. I feel quite guilty because if I knew he had bowel cancer I wish I could have made him take the medication to stop it. But I seem to think my grandad prioritised his wife and family than himself and didn't want to cause too much upset from his cancer diagnosis and I don't know if he know it was something that couldn't be cured and decided to make the most of it now before the time comes so that must make him quite brave in doing that.