Grandparents and other stories.

I have to sometimes wrap around their deaths. Though they raised me, it doesn’t feel as though they’re gone. To be quitehl honest, I’ll never let go. They’ve done so much for me. I will always love them. Wglhich is quite hard to explain. They didn’t know about me being gay, I should of told them. Then there’s the fact I would go against them; about me being socialist and left wing. And there’s the fact I’m atheist. Who knew?