Hi Blog Buddies
Its another day in the saga of life they always say trouble comes in threes today is the anniversary of the death of my Grandad on my mums side.
He was always there for both me and my sister and I miss him so much, After my dad was killed he was a dad to me even chastising me when i was naughty.
I used to be more frightened of him finding out if i had misbehaved than my mum.
So many memories and he has been gone sometime now and I am a strong believer that life goes on.
He was a keen Gardner and grew the most beautiful chrysanthemums and vegetables, I even had my own herb garden but it only ever had mint in.
I wanted to go camping when I was 12 so he told me he would fill my mums loft with soil and grass and some trees so that we could pitch a tent.
I remember being 18 and having one of those family rows it was about me running of with a woman twice my age lol any lad would.
My Grandad told me he would accept me but not my girlfriend who eventually became my wife.
We split was not to be, my own sexuality causing the problem.
We did not speak for many years and I missed him so much. When i was told that he had Parkinson's I went to him and knew by my not visiting i had lost valuable time with him i cared and looked after him as it was causing strain on my mum.
The old fella passed away and i was left with the regret for the missing years.
I vowed from that point on that family is more important than anything.
Grandad smith would have laughed his socks of at me today car bloke down at my other grandads care home so a 2 hour visit became 4 hours.
The old fella was having A bad day so was asleep for about an hour when he woke I made him a cup of tea and as he says "Two Sugars".
When people get old just try and visit them sometimes they can forget you have been but it does not matter it is the love you show.
PS new fuel pump tomorrow...
Its another day in the saga of life they always say trouble comes in threes today is the anniversary of the death of my Grandad on my mums side.
He was always there for both me and my sister and I miss him so much, After my dad was killed he was a dad to me even chastising me when i was naughty.
I used to be more frightened of him finding out if i had misbehaved than my mum.
So many memories and he has been gone sometime now and I am a strong believer that life goes on.
He was a keen Gardner and grew the most beautiful chrysanthemums and vegetables, I even had my own herb garden but it only ever had mint in.
I wanted to go camping when I was 12 so he told me he would fill my mums loft with soil and grass and some trees so that we could pitch a tent.
I remember being 18 and having one of those family rows it was about me running of with a woman twice my age lol any lad would.
My Grandad told me he would accept me but not my girlfriend who eventually became my wife.
We split was not to be, my own sexuality causing the problem.
We did not speak for many years and I missed him so much. When i was told that he had Parkinson's I went to him and knew by my not visiting i had lost valuable time with him i cared and looked after him as it was causing strain on my mum.
The old fella passed away and i was left with the regret for the missing years.
I vowed from that point on that family is more important than anything.
Grandad smith would have laughed his socks of at me today car bloke down at my other grandads care home so a 2 hour visit became 4 hours.
The old fella was having A bad day so was asleep for about an hour when he woke I made him a cup of tea and as he says "Two Sugars".
When people get old just try and visit them sometimes they can forget you have been but it does not matter it is the love you show.
PS new fuel pump tomorrow...
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