gone...

...to dance with him again to 'Springtime In The Rockies'.

No more cups of tea getting slowly luke-warmish on the little wobbly table, no more resting of walking sticks on the arm of the chair, no more happy answering of the telephone, no more collections of letters and cards waiting to be licky-stamped (because forgetting simply wasn't the done thing), no more pennies in the pocket for the little ones. And no more hugs.

But lots and lots of the best, happiest memories.

Farewell Gran. Nos Da.
(We'll really really miss you.)