Saturday, November 21, 2009

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My Grandfather died early this morning.

I have so many good memories of him. He and Gran used to (and I'm sure she still does) pray for every one of their children, children-in-law and grandchildren each morning. That's 24 people, before you start on all the other stuff they prayed for. The list was pinned on the wall.

I remember him taking me and my brother Joe for walks each time we visited their Devon home. The walks were a rare 'get away from the parents and little siblings' treat and were meant to increase by 2 miles a year. I think he got a bit goosed at 11 miles and the routine ended!

I remember him making elaborate 'Joe-Anna' - salads, which contained all manner of exciting ingredients. It was the one kitchen indulgence my Gran allowed him!

I remember being thoroughly embarrased by him taking me out for an ice-cream in my early youth and sitting across the table staring intently at me eat, as if I were a long-lost treasure.

I remember welling up when he quoted Hamlet at his 80th birthday do: "There is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we may" I think it was. 

I remember he kept this tatty old bit of graph paper pinned to his office wall: I had meticulously coloured all the squares on it during the train journey to visit and he loved it.

I'll miss him. He was good and faithful and incredibly positive and fasincated by life. A founding father, you might say.

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