It is with an overwhelming sadness that I share this blog post but it may serve as an explanation as to why I haven’t been around much.
Last Thursday (25th August) a day arrived that I never wanted to see: I lost probably the most influential person (and certainly the one I have been the closest to for my whole life), my Grandad Wilf.
At 97 years and 1 month, he had put in a remarkable 35,473 days on this Earth and in that time he had done everything he possibly could to make me and others happy. Only in January was he congratulated for his work with a local charity, being the oldest and longest serving fundraiser (20+ years, AFTER retirement) and raising over £150,000. He was very fussy to be interviewed on the radio!
Although his passing was expected (he had declined in health since a stroke in May), it is nonetheless heartbreaking for me and my Mum. If I was not visiting every other day, I was on the phone to him: there are countless days that other than Sam, he would be the only person I would speak to all day, so this is going to take some adjustment.
Which means I might not be posting, reading or commenting as much at the moment: I don’t really feel like…doing. However, whilst it may be adieu to my G-Pa, it is only au revoir to you, my readers. I will check in when I can, as I will welcome the distraction, but at least you know why I’m absent.
So I shall leave you now with a re-share of my post from my Grandad’s birthday last year, showing some vintage photos of his youth. And although he missed it by two days, I can be happy in the knowledge that his favourite rugby team, Hull FC, won the Challenge Cup yesterday for the first time in 11 years. 🙂 We will be singing ‘Old Faithful’ in his and their honour for days.
[Insert famous Arnold Schwarzeneggar quote here].