My grandfather died. My family attended the funeral, my partner and i attended. And the whole time nary a word was said betwix us.
Every time I see other family groups together there is talk, laughter etc, with mine, just depressed silence. 8 people related but estranged. A huge dark family secret that we, the third gen after the old man are never privvy to. Pretty poor show on behalf of the family. The old man took three years to degenerate from a 16 stone, strong, warm, funny man, into a 2 stone vegetable that refused to give up until the very last. I dont know if its an anthropomorphism or not, but the husk of BK seemed just as stubborn as he was.
This man lived through the second world war, divorce when it was socially unacceptable, abuse, violence, murder, jail, and watching one of his children die. BK, we miss your grumpy old face.