I couldn't have asked for a better Grandad. I remember him always playing games with us as younger children, reading us bedtime stories (with biscuits of course) and, if needed, threatening the 'wet flannel treatment' to get us out of bed in time for Grandma's IMMENSE cooked breakfasts. As we got older, I remember him regularly reminding us that 'swearing is a sign of a poor vocabulary' and always taking interest in our stories (even if not always actually listening). He was always cheerful and jokey, never taking anything too seriously and his calming influence will definitely be missed back home. I am so sorry that his last couple of years had been particularly littered with health problems (13 if I am not mistaken!) but he never seemed to openly let it get to him apart from the odd frustrated comment about taking 23034 tablets a day. I remember driving him to an appointment where he was told he wouldn't be able to drive again and even after then he got back into the car and continued to have a chirpy conversation with me about something or other - it didn't seem to stop him driving from the passenger seat either! I think everyone could learn a little from Grandad's attitude to life, he always remembered that nothing was too serious or unsolvable, that we can always laugh at our mistakes even if incredibly embarrassing and that even with numerous liver problems no one should go too long without a drink. I love you Grandad and will miss you enormously - I hope wherever you are right now has a good out-of-date biscuit selection to have with you freeze-thawed red wine.
thomasw1406
24th September 2021
