Not very festive I know but...the last few weeks I've been thinking, well not so much thinking but probably grieving for my lovely uncle. I live 200+ miles away so am unable to visit his grave. But over the last two weeks I found my self standing in the supermarket staring at his favourite wine and thinking about him. Today our son popped in when he left his dad and I chattered about where he may have inherited his hairyness from. After going through both our families and not find a common denominator my husband asked well what about your grandad and in an instant grandad rushed into my minds eye and I was overwhelmed with the wonderful memory of him. He was a grandad who told fabulous story's who bought us lucky bags, who took us out to the seaside. I remembered the excitement of seeing him walking to our house. Mostly I remembered the love he gave us. I'm ashamed to say I haven't thought about him for years but today out of blue he came back and I realise what a very great influence he had on me. I think this is were I got my vision of what a grandparent should be. So grandad your influence lives on through the generations. Here I am over 40 years after your death shedding a little tear and grieving a little, but grateful.
4 Years On…..Health-wise, Has Anything Changed?
Good Morning Thursday 25th April 2024