Right now, I was planning to have been blogging about the ST, which arrived on Saturday. I’ve done nearly 500 miles in it so far (at a rather impressive average of 22.9 mpg and some miles an hour) and it’s a dream. But that’s not the point of this post. Co-inciding with one of the best things that has ever happened to me this weekend, is almost certainly the worst. As some of you may know, my Grandad’s been battling cancer for the last year and a half, and I’m sorry to say that last night he lost the fight.
For those of you who never met him, my grandad was the most wonderful person you could ever hope to come across. He would help anyone, and I have never in the 22 years that I’ve had the priveledge to know him heard anyone say anything bad of him. He was always content, looked on the bright side of everything that happened in his life, and really appreciated what he had. He had many talents, perhaps his biggest that I knew of was getting into mischief by having some sort of amusing calamity whenever he was doing anything. Whenever I was down, a few words from him, usually a simple “Don’t worry about it, we’ll sort it out” somehow offered more reassurance than anything else I’ve ever encountered. He taught me most of what I know, first giving me a hammer pretty much before I could walk. I never knew him to let me down. He was my biggest supporter, my mentor, relative, and most importantly of all he was my closest friend. I just wanted to share how grateful I am for him to have been such a big part of my life.