Monday, 29 August 2011
I miss my Grandad
The man in the photo above is my grandad. I miss him all the time. I miss his smile. I miss his cuddle that was the biggest squeeze imaginable. I miss seeing him.
I am so lucky to have had my grandad all through my childhood into my adulthood. I am so thankful that he was able to see me marry but so sad that he never met my baby Blaine. The night I went into labour with Blaine his photo, this photo, feel from the top of my wardrobe. I know he watched over Blaine.
One of my earliest memories is of my grandad walking me to and from lower school. It seemed to forever be summer and I would skip through the allotments, him skipping not too far behind me. I remember sitting on his bike while he pushed it and told me stories and asked me about my day.
I remember grandad in the kitchen making the family a 'grill', tea towel over his shoulder, singing a happy tune.
I remember grandad entertaining us grandkiddies on our Pontin's holidays while the ladies played bingo. I remember loving it.
I remember my little brother calling him 'Grandad Bud' and him calling my little brother 'Bud'.
He was a true gentleman and had the warmest heart. I remember my grandad.
I only wish I could have one of his cuddle squeezes right now ...