My grandfather died in February and this is the first time I'm sharing this. I've been harbouring extreme guilt over it, and the fact that he died a jobless and broke man (he had been retrenched two years prior and I had redone his CV for him and sent it onto countless places- everyone he saw a job position he called me to send his CV because he didn't have money to buy data to connect and send it himself).

He wasn't old (he died a few months short of his 61st birthday). He wasn't my grandfather by blood but he was the best grandfather in the whole world.

I had seen his call come in while I was on a work call and I just completely forgot to get back to him (I'm one of those).

Anyway. I hope he forgives me.