Goodbye - Personal Reflective

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Farewell. Au revoir. Goodbye. So many ways to say it, but when you know that it is forever how can you really say goodbye. My granddad had always been part of my life, he was always there, at the sports days, the piano recitals or the shows. It was a warm summer’s morning, waking up to sun glaring through the window. I got up and made my way downstairs through the sea of clutter on the landing, I opened the living room door to find my granddad asleep on the chair, looking like he had been there all night, the TV remote dangling from his hand. Tip-toeing across the room so as not to wake him I settled on the sofa. Looking over at him, his furry slippers extending over the edge of the reclined armchair, one hand slumped over the arm and his head resting on a pillow, I realised how lucky I was that I had him. Lucky because he was the only one I could ever really talk or open up to. The other people in my family were either too busy with work or their own kids or like my parents, just didn’t want to know, but he always made the time. We’d talk for hours about school, friends, the future or my worries and it was nice to know that whatever happened he was there. He never judged or ridiculed, he just listened or gave advice or comfort when things got too much. The rest of our time together was spent at the farm. My granddad had always been in the outdoors, from growing up on a farm, to working on one all his life and now owning one. We’d spend hours feeding and taking care of his animals and it was during this time that he taught me most of what I know about life on and off the farm. I was about ten, when my granddad taught me one of the things that I still remember to this day. We were out in one of his small grass paddocks, me on his newly bought horse Flynn, and him guiding me along from the middle of the paddock. I was working Flynn in canter

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