My grandfather's death was really hard to deal with.
My dad is an excellent grandfather. He loves kids. He loves to kiss them to death.
I started writing after the death of my grandfather - memories, poems, etc. It was very personal; for years I did not share my writing with anyone.
For me it was a lot harder to come to terms with the death of my grandfather than it was to come to terms with what's happened to the former Yugoslavia.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice.