My Grandad Danny

This was taken only a few weeks ago. We had heard that my Grandad Danny had advanced bladder cancer and that he had weeks to live.

On Saturday night I watched him die.

For those of you who knew my Grandad, you would know how big a part he played in my life. I could not have asked for a better role model. Together with my Nan, they made my and my sister's childhood.
The patience, the time, the endless hours spent with us. Going on holiday, having picnics, visiting the beach, teaching us to swim (despite not being able to himself), and being there for us, answering our problems with solutions only a Grandad can come up with.

This man was the most perfect Grandad ever. He was kind, he was funny, he was patient, he was strong. He encouraged me and my sister to do our best. He was so proud of us, telling everyone about any of our achievements, big and small. I don't think I met a person who he hadn't told about me getting into university.

And he will be seriously missed by a lot of people, least of all my Nan. Next year would have been their 60th wedding anniversary.

I consider myself so very lucky to have known him, and to have experienced the memories we had together. Because there are so many.

I always expected he'd be around to see me grow up, to graduate from university, to get married, to see my children. You forget the people you love are growing older too.

I love you, Grandad. I'm glad you're no longer in pain.

The world is missing a truly incredible man.