Trigger Warning: Cancer and grieving
I do not like to think, that the last time I met you, over three years ago when I was fifteen, I remember more about managing to watch three series of Red Dwarf with my family in the car on the way to your house and back than about you.
I do not like to think that I have never met my grandfathers and I have such a small family that five more deaths in the extended family means the reaper will be knocking on my own home door next ready to take those I live and breathe for.
I do not like to think that, as I was talking to you all those years ago, the cancer was already starting to make you decay. You were always so healthy.
I do not like to think that when I am not there to distract your sister, my grandmother who sits in our living room lost in memories or thought or a book or TV sitcom her frail mind can barely keep up with, she weeps for her loss and I too cry for an ill sister I fear for every God-damn day but do not say a word to the family.