I want to tell you all aboutmy grandad that I knew for 15 yrs. He wasn't my real grandad, but he has always been there for me seens I first meet him in 1993 on my parents wedding. I was his little girl and he always called me his little princess. My grandad lost hs life on 2th October to cancer. He has been battling with it for almost 5 yrs, he started to get worse in 2004. He had been in his bed most of the time for the last few days and on 1th October he got up from his bed and started to get his cloths on, grandma came into the bedroom and asked him what he was doing. Grandad told grandma that he was going to see Simon at the hospital, Simon was his 1 day old great grandson that was born on 30th September and he wanted to go and see him. Grandma told him that he was too sick to go and see Simon. He didn't argu with grandma so he went back to bed. Thats when he started to get worse. Grandma didn't get any conection with him at all, so she rang the nurse, she came over and they rang the ambulance. Dad had just called grandma to ask about the address to my cousin Mike who is Simon's dad, grandma told us that she couldn't talk right now as they was waiting for the ambulace to come. Grandad went into the hospital around 6pm on Saturday the 1th October 2005. Dad ranged grandma at the hospital, they talked for a while, grandma said that grandad wasn't doing that good. I feel asleep on the couch that night and I woke up around 4am on Sunday morning, was looking around the livingroom, when I saw shadow walk past me and when I looked closer I saw it was grandad that was standing there, then I knew he was gone. He told me that he will always look after me, that he loved me and he will always be in my heart, soul and in spirit. Then at 7am, my aunt called, mum answered the phone but I already knew that he was gone. I told my mum about it and she said she knew as she had seen him too that night. First we wasn't going to be at his funeral as we didn't have the money to go as I live in Sweden. But then we borrowed money from my grandparents so we could go. His Funeral was on 7th October 2005. I still remember the day so clear. When we got to the chrch we meet alot of people, some people that I've never seen before. Just before we went into the church I saw his white coffin there, I started to cry right away and I just wanted to get away from it, just wanted to run outside and not believe that he was dead. But my dad helped me thru the funeral, and im glad he was there with me. I can still see and feel him around me when im feeling down. And when I had my misscarriage in March I knew he was looking out for me.. And I know that he will always be there for me. Miss you so much grandad, wish you was here. Love you so much Your Little Princess Christian Nielsen 6th September 1920 - 2th October 2005