Grandad Grandad, this is the hardest thing I’ve had to write. It’s caused so much upset and strife. I guess that means just one thing You made a big impact on my life I was blessed to have you as my Grandad, I have so many memories to hold. This makes your passing so sad, But your great grandchildren will be told. When we would visit you at your house We would know what to expect. Granma with a cup of tea And you a glass of Grouse. Growing up with you Was always fun and games. Now that you have left us, Things will never be the same. The story’s you would tell About the places you had been, Would paint the perfect picture And create a beautiful scene The times we holidayed in France Were fun and never boring The only real issue Was you incessant snoring. You were always well dressed Clean shaven, a real gent The time you spent in the army Was clearly time well spent You were fantastic at playing snooker In the bay horse you found you fame When teaching us the ropes “It’s a thinking man’s game” You used to come to our house Once a month to come and clean. You left notes all around the place So we knew just where you’d been. You had a beautiful wife in Maureen You really couldn’t beat her. From all the story’s that you told You never mentioned Rita As time passed by Dementia had taken hold We watched you fade away We had your body, but had lost your soul. We would hope to catch you on a good day When we visited you in care. Instead we would get silence And often a vacant stare. Your passing is hugely upsetting And yes it’s very sad Your body was there but you were not But you were still my Grandad. I know deep down you will always be with us And really not too far. All we need do is look up And you’ll be the brightest star. For now it is good-bye But only for a while One thing that will stay with me forever Is your infectious smile.