R.I.P. 17 December 2024
It’s a very sad time in our house because after a short illness, Grandad died in hospital. He was 87.
Losing someone close to you is awful, and I was very close to Grandad. All through my life he’s been there with love and encouragement, telling jokes along the way. One of the things I loved the most was how funny he was.
Even from when I was little, I think I knew him pretty well, like when Dad tested me with these 5 questions about Grandad. I called him the Tickle Monster because every time he saw me he’d grab me and tickle, until I was squirming laughing on the floor and Grandma would be telling him off.
Every time we visited him and Grandma we’d buzz the doorbell, then run into his house and jump in his chair. But we knew he was so pleased to see us; he always gave such wonderful, big hugs.
We got to share some great holidays with him too, like when we visited Melbourne, Taupo (twice!) and the Bay of Islands. I can remember when we stayed in an apartment in Melbourne, running down the corridor with William to bang on his door first thing in the mornings, excited to get out and spend the day together. Then we’d have to wait while he found himself a good cup of coffee!
It’s a shame he didn’t make it until Christmas, but I have such happy memories of our time together. I’ll miss you Grandad - life won’t be the same without you.
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