"Yesterday, when we got back from the hospital," my mum began "Me and your Grandma went upstairs to grandads room and and well he ummm..."
"H..he's gone hasn't he?" I ask looking her in the eyes pleading me to be wrong and everything was fine. But I could tell from her face and tone I was wrong. I was so wrong.
Who knew that with one movement, one person nodding their head could mean that my world would come crashing down yet that's exactly what happened.
Reason21: Death
I lent into my mum hoping, praying she would just turn around and tell me she's joking but all I got was silence and that, that's what hurt the most
