by Lydia
(New Zealand )

My grandad.... Well he was just a normal man nothing special he didn't say much he just usually told everyone what to do and if they can help him. I wish I respected him more. Loved him more. Shown that i love him. I loved him when I hugged him his itchy jersey it always scratched my check and the smell of shaving cream. Every mornings he was always just sitting up straight at the table reading the newspaper and eating his porridge with fruit. And don't forget his mug of instant cappucino. He always said "mornin Lyd". Sometimes he made me and my sister annoyed like when we have to go help him pick some fruit, sweep up the leaves, but ill never forget the times I had with him, he died fast I had to visit him in hospital I was holding back the tears and I was petrified, but now I wish I had just cried and lay by him and talked, I never talk personally to my mum about it nor dad. I hope he's up there watching me how I'm completing my life and I hope he realises he was the one I needed most.

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