My Gramps

Today is my Gramp’s birthday. I could write pages about it him because he is one of my favourite people in the entire world and he has been since I was a tiny baby. I would stand in my cot and wait for him to get me up, I wouldn’t go to sleep until he’d come home (much to my Mum’s annoyance, especially when she had things to do) and he’s one of the few people in my life to sit and talk about history, religion, politics. 

In light of his birthday I wanted to share one of my favourite memories. I’d been taken into hospital for stomach problems. My Mum had to go and get my overnight bag and my Dad was at home looking after my sister. So I didn’t have to wait on my own Gramps came up to sit with me, because we’re a normal set of people we decided to discuss religion and family history. These are the kind of things we do and as I’ve gotten older they haven’t changed. After he retired we’d sit on Sundays and have these kinds of talks, mostly history. 

So happy birthday to one of the most wonderful men in the world! 

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