RIP GRANDDAD!
This Thursday was my
great uncles funeral, which obviously caused a bit of disturbance in my
household. The following Saturday my granddad passed away in the morning due to
what we think was a heart attack.
My granddad, Roy, who
was in his early 90’s with nothing but a breathing problem, managed to live a
busy and successful life and was loved by everyone he met. We are looking at his
death in a positive way; he managed to get dressed, have breakfast, watch a bit
of TV and even managed to prepare nan’s breakfast before falling through the
door and having his last sentence to his wife of nearly 70 years.
As much as we hate the
fact that he’s gone, that hasn’t stopped us from laughing about some of the
memories we’ve had with him.
Personally my two
favourites include Penyfan pond and the chicken incident.
Penyfan Pond is a pond
(obviously) that my granddad and I used to walk around together all the time.
The pond has ‘question’ posts around the walk to make it more interesting for
children. It took me half of the walk one time, its about 2 miles long, to realise
that these posts were put up, which meant my granddad had to take me round
again as I wanted to know all thee answers. He got in trouble for bringing me
home late and causing my parents to have to wait till we could go home but he
always said it was worth it! This lead to every time that I went up to see
them, they live in Wales, he had to take me to the pond so I could answer the
questions. Sadly the only answer I remember now is squirrel and due to having
to push nan or granddad around the pond in a wheel chair we haven’t been able
to go to the question posts but its always somewhere he enjoyed going and is a
possible location for his ashes.
The chicken story, my
personal favourite one. Every time I went to visit him we discussed this story
and it happened when I was about 6! My grandparents came on holiday with us
where we stayed in a little villa next to a chicken farm. My granddad, brother
and I became friends with the farmer who allowed us to feed his chickens, FYI I
am obsessed with chickens, yet we were warned that sometimes the chickens like
to jump over the fence into our villa. One time when we were feeding the
chickens one jumped out and started chasing my brother around one of the
plants. I’m not joking my granddad and I stood laughing at him for about 10
minutes…I wish I could say I was joking. Once we could finally breath again my
granddad went ‘okay I’m done’ picked the chicken up and put it back on the
other side of the fence. I don’t think Stephens ever forgiven us but me and
granddad still cry laughing just thinking about it.
Although I wasn’t here
for this memory I wanted to include it for my brother Simon. Another time that
my grandparents went on holiday with my family, before I was born, and they
stupidly let my eldest brother pick where they went for dinner, so he picked a seafood
restaurant. Whilst eating the horrible food my brother asked Granddad if he was
eating crab. This was replied with a yes but he wasn’t, he thought he asked him
if the food was crap! Since this day my brother hasn’t been allowed to pick the
restaurant nor has granddad been able to give his opinion on food!
More posts will
probably be coming relating to my granddad throughout the month and I know they
are more personal but this blog is a way of me sharing my experiences that I can
look back on in the future so please bear with.
RIP Granddad! Gone
from us but forever in our hearts!
Talk to you later x
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