This is so hard and equally heartbreaking to put into words those memories I have of you, Grandad. What gives me strength is knowing that your life, and all those memories that we all have of you, are all good, all positive and we can all celebrate your life and what you meant to us all.
Grandad, I have many memories of you from when I was a child growing up. Most are from the times that me, John, mum and dad went to visit you and nan at the home you all lived in as a family for many years, at 2 Ashfield. I remember the roast dinners, the way you would often make us laugh or tease us (you called me "Pedro" a few times, I remember that so well). I remember you reading your newspapers.
Grandad, you always knew how to lighten the mood, I never saw you arguing with anyone or saying a bad word towards anyone.
Of all the memories I have of you, there is one in particular that stands out vividly in my mind, even though it's a humble example. It was very sunny day and we travelled up to Southport, by train if I remember correctly. I remember how sunny it was when we arrived and one of the first things we did was sit down on a bench in the shade and eat sandwiches. I even remember what we had on them. Ham, cheese and pickle. It must have been the first time I ever tried pickle. I have liked that combination ever since.
It's a simple memory, Grandad, but so vivid.
I want to finally say that you will always be an inspiration to us all. I, personally, will take a lot of that inspiration from you in my own life.
R.I.P. Grandad!!! Deeply missed, loved and remembered so fondly by all.
Peter xxx