My Grandpa. When I was born, he was the first to hold me. He told me stories. Cheered me up on a bad day. Always made me laugh. When I was younger we used to go to Slimbridge, to see the birds. Or just to random places. Me, Grandpa and Grandma. I remember on one of these random trips, we went to Noah’s Ark. I was scared to go across the high planks and he encouraged me to do it. Then I was addicted to it! My Grandpa loved his food! Ask him if he wanted steak and he would say “10oz rump please!” He was always raiding the fridge, when no one was looking of course. Then there’s the Spain times.. When grandma told me to go and have a sleep in the afternoon, I would go upstairs, wait until I knew she was asleep, then sneak back down and see Grandpa. We talked for hours about weird things. Sometimes him, sometimes me and sometimes just random things in the world. I think the three things we talked about most were the war, school and fish! I remember always trying to get him to go into the pool with me. And he always refused. He was the same with cards, he blamed in on the war years. I don’t remember much about him from when I was little but I remember that from when I was growing up, my grandpa was always such a happy, kind, gentle man. He never raised his voice, was always happy to help and he was ALWAYS there if you needed him. If love alone could have saved you, you would never have died. In life, I loved you dearly, in death I love you still. In my heart, you hold a place, no one could ever fill. If stairs could build a stairway and heartache make a lane, I’d walk the path to heaven and bring you back again. Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.