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PippaJane

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My World
« on: June 15, 2019, 11:10:36 PM »
The first person I remember dying was my Poppa (grandfather) when I was about 8 years old.  My great grandmother had died a couple of years before but I don't remember being told about it. 

The first time it really hit me was when I saw my grandma and I knew I wasn't going to see him again.  It was hard even at that age as I loved my Poppa but fortunately I had good parents who told me and my sister in the best possible way.  Even then I was a christian so right from the start I believed he had gone to heaven.  Whenever I think of him it is always good memories.
 

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« Reply #1 on: July 03, 2019, 10:05:09 PM »
The next death hit me badly as it was my favourite uncle who was also my godfather - my godmothers were two of my dad's aunt but they never bothered to have an impact in my life.  He had always suffered with severe asthma so had made that choice not to marry as he knew he could die youngish.  It didn't stop my uncle being an amazing uncle to me, my sister and my cousins but I still think it's sad that he chose not to be a father as he would have been a fantastic dad. 

I couldn't bear to go to his funeral and the family understood.  When my nanna came to visit after his funeral my parents went out one evening and we sat talking then we both started crying and hugging each other.

I have never regretted not going to the funeral and eternally thankful for the time with my nanna to do my real grieving then.