Wednesday 16 March 1994

The phone rang at 7 this evening. Grandpa died an hour ago. He was putting out the washing before tea and reached up to hang a sheet...

Grandma found him lying on the sheet with a pile of clothes on top of him that he dragged down with him when he fell. He was looking at the sky and kind of smiling.

Grandma and Grandpa's dinner was all over the stove by the time Mum and Dad got there half an hour later.

I don't want to think about it any more tonight.