Basically my grandpa passed away last year and he had always been a rock to me.
He meant so much to me. During the last week of his life, he took a then for the worst.
The day I visited him in hospital for the last time was when he died. He died while holding my hand. He went into a seizure and couldn’t stop shaking but he had his hand locked around my wrist and I was so scared, after a few minutes of me screaming and crying he finally stopped, his body deflated as he passed away. For the next five months I’d have nightmares over what had happened and cried myself to sleep because I always thought that it was my fault, because he was holding my hand and if he wasn’t, maybe he would still be alive now. It’s coming up to a year and the nightmares are coming back and I don’t know what to do since no one believes how horrible they really are.