Today.

Today. Today, it is a year since my Grandad Ken passed away.

It’s really weird to think how things have changed in the past year. How weird to think about what’s going to change in the next few months. Pivotal moments in your life occur, for me, the deciding of educational establishments, just what the hell you want to do with the rest of your life. 

It’s really quite scary. And I miss my Grandad. Sometimes there are times when I know he’d be interested in a certain television programme or something and I’d want to talk to him about it with him but, yeah. He was wonderful, he truly was.

Time passes, you start to think more and more about other things, you occupy yourself with work, or friends, distractions. I sometimes get scared of the passing of time because it delivers the inevitable. Witnessing the ageing process of family members frightens me.

It’s scary getting older, but I also find it really exciting. You don’t know what to expect, so I tend to just take it as it comes. I try to live in the moment. I don’t want to dwell too much on the future when I don’t know what’s going to happen even in the next minute. I am however, very lucky to be surrounded by some of the most amazing people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I'm appreciative of that.

You would have loved watching "Wonders of Life", Grandad.