Grandad

Its nearly midnight. In 3 and a half hours, it will be exactly 3 years since my Grandad passed away. And even after three years, I miss him everyday. Most likely I'll wake up at that time ...strangely the last two years I have done. Must be something psychological.

Just sitting here typing this has made me cry! Daft really - but he was a massive part of my life. The only way I can adequately describe his significance his by including a poem, that was read at Tattyhead's funeral and is in the Order of Service (that is sat on the desk next to me).

What makes this all the more significant is that it was written by my cousin, who is now 25, but he wrote it when he was 7 years old. And you know - I think it was true for all of us, right up until his last.

There are little eyes upon you and they're watching night and day

There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say

There are little hands all eager to do everything you do

And a little boy who's dreaming of the day he'll be like you.

You're the little fellow's idol; you're the wisest of the wise

In his little mind, about you no suspicions ever rise.

There's a wide-eyed little fellow who believes you're always right

And his ears are always open and he watches day and night

You are setting an example every day, in all you do

For the little boy who is waiting to grow up to be like you.

I know we will always miss him. And I know that we are biased, because he was our Grandad, but he was such a fantastic man. I am grateful that james managed to have 5 years with him in his life, a really 'great-grandad'. But I'm sorry that he never got to meet Corin - they would have got on royally.

So, thank you Simon for your wisdom 18 years ago in writing the poem and for saying what we all felt. And thanks Grandad for so many wonderful memories that make me smile and make us laugh even now.

I miss you
xx