(Source: 9gag)
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Priceless.
“Born to create drama”
(Young Director award nominee 2010)(Source: lickystickypickywe)
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(Source: iraffiruse)
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Yesterday was a sad day.
My grandfather died yesterday, January 30, 2011. He was 91 years old. His name was Edwin Ward and he was a good man. He lived in Hedon, near Hull, and fought in the war both on the anti-air guns along the river Humber and in the Asian theatres of India and Burma. His wife and young love, my grandma, died a few years ago; he will be with her now, maybe… if you believe in that sort of thing. It’s probably preferable to still being around for him, to be quite honest. He’s probably much happier, if indeed he has that capacity any more. He was a religious man so he most likely believed he would be reunited with Neta, my grandma. Maybe that’s why he gave up so quickly after going into hospital.
When I got the message that he was in hospital, I was told that he had about 72 hours left to live. Naturally, I was anxious. I knew that such speculation, however well-informed, could never be truly accurate. So I immediately drove to work to sort out some time off so that I could drive up and visit him before he died. Darren, my manager, gave me the time off immediately, without question. Bless him. I was going to take my brother up with me, so that we could both say our goodbyes and comfort our grandad the best that we could, so I called him after obtaining my time off. He told me that it probably wasn’t worth it going up straight away (it was 23:30, after all), we wouldn’t be allowed to see him at that time anyway and we should travel up in the morning. I agreed to this, even after telling my brother that those speculated 72 hours are likely inaccurate and we should get up there as soon as possible.
The next morning my father called. He informed me that there was no longer any point in driving up to Hull. My grandfather was already dead. For anyone that happens to read this and doesn’t know, my father lives in Brazil; so he wasn’t at the hospital either. My grandfather died before any of us could get up there to see him. My heart sank. I sat on the bed for a while and just stared at the phone. I felt bad for not having been there. I worked out that I could have made it, had I left when I was going to. Even though I wouldn’t have been able to get into the hospital, I would still have made it and that would have been the hospital’s failing and not mine. But I was still in Hertfordshire, 150 miles away. I hadn’t even tried.
If anyone ever has the opportunity to visit a loved one in hospital, especially one in a terminal condition, do it and do it as soon as you can. Don’t let something stupid like the time of day get in your way. Like I did.
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(Source: iraffiruse)
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(Source: iraffiruse)
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(Source: iraffiruse)
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1) click play.
2) move your mouse over the video.
3) be entertained.
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