Over the weekend just gone, on Saturday the 25th of March, 2017, just after 1:30pm – my beloved Grandfather passed away. He was a friend, a teacher, a mentor, a guide and most of all, he was my protector. I love him beyond words can describe and my life feels empty and strange without him. I hope this explains why my posts have been scarce over the last few days.
In honour of my Bampa, I rewrote a poem my dad and myself wrote for him when I was about 8/9 years old. This is for him. This will always be for him.
Grumpy and old he sits in his chair,
round in shape without any hair.
Out in the garage building boats,
Whilst I’m sat there taking notes.
With cider in hand disguised as juice,
he tickles me until I call ‘Truce!’
‘Just you wait ‘till I get loose!’
As time went by, so did we.
All those years filled with glee.
Welcome to your teenage years,
I’ll be here to rid you of tears.
Knowledge, wisdom and understanding,
are just a few things that you taught in passing.
I’ll remember all that you taught,
but mostly all those memories you bought.
I wish there was something I could do,
to let you know one last time, that I love you.
Grumpy and old he sat in his chair.
Life without you is beyond unfair.
I won’t be posting as much as I normally do over the next couple of weeks. It’s so hard just to wake up and know he’s not here anymore. I hope you understand. If you’ve still got your grandparents around, please pick up the phone and call them. Ask them how they are, tell them you love them. Hang out with them. Cherish them. Love them.