Today would have been the 102nd birthday of my paternal grandfather, it is also the 31st anniversary of the death of my grandmother who lived long enough to give him the birthday present she had for him and then passed away. The day my grandmother died my ex-wife and I were on our way to visit her in hospital but for some inexplicable reason we changed our minds at the last-minute and went to visit friends. I deeply regret not being able to share her last moments with her, she was the most wonderful of grandmothers, and I miss her terribly to this day.
My grandfather soon remarried, I don’t really blame him, he was lonely, and divorced a couple of years later. He went on to live another six years before joining the love of his life, his passing much quicker than my grandmother’s, just 8 weeks from his diagnosis of asbestos related lung cancer till his death the week before Xmas 1988.
I was fortunate to have such wonderful and loving grandparents, my maternal grandmother being just as special. I was loved and spoilt by them all and have many happy memories of our time together. I would like to think they would be happy for me despite my lifestyle which I know they may not have understood, their generation was very different, but we will never know.
Wherever they are I know they are watching over me, my children, and my grandchildren. How they would have adored my family, it is a shame that my own parents could not have been as loving as they were.