Year after year we'd get that dreaded phone call in the middle of the night summoning us to grandad's flat to be informed 'this is my last time!' He would give specific instructions in a strong healthy voice as to his wishes in death - one year we were called and I kept my bed scarf on! He would do this ceremoniously year after year until it got to the point where we'd consciously ignore comments on his own mortality.

Sadly September 2016 he went into hospital for a few weeks and never returned. We knew then he was telling the truth. All we wanted to do was to fulfill his wishes; prayer was available for the soul not just the body - he wanted to go home! Now we have 99 problems because he is not here but suffering is gone. He rests in deep slumber waiting for the king of kings.

I Love You Grandad Rest In Heavenly Peace. xxx