When My Nan Died…

it hit my grandfather very hard. He wouldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t eat…. We used to take him bowls of soup in the evening and he’d just throw them against the wall.
In the end, my dad started taking him bowls of paint. We moved him around the house and he did the hall, the lounge and the spare bedroom.

**Thanks to Sickipedia

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