When each of my grandparents died there was an element of relief. We knew they were ready. Grandad particularly had been deteriorating for many years. His dementia had seen him living in a home, a decision which was incredibly hard for my Grandma. He’d have hated it if he knew – if he knew what he was like. Such a strong, healthy & active man reduced to sitting in his chair, mumbling to himself & not really knowing what was going on. That’s not how I remember him though. No. My Grandad is pottering in his shed (goodness knows what he actually did in there with his balls of twine made from old tights & jam jars full of nails), my Grandad is down the garden in his greenhouse growing tomatoes, he’s wearing his flat cap, he’s picking up coins off the road to save for us and he’s tricking me into getting out of his favourite chair with the promise of a Kit Kat waiting for me in the kitchen.
If Grandad were here now he’d be round at my Mum’s doing all the faffy little jobs that my Dad has neither the time nor the patience for. He’d be walking the dogs, polishing shoes & making cuttings to grow new plants in the conservatory. I like to think that he’d have had a soft spot for Ben. I know he’d have loved all three of them of course but I think he’d have particularly enjoyed spending time with his great grandson – teaching him things. I’m sure he’d have saved all his shiny pennies for them too just the way he did for us when we were little. Ben and Chloe thank him when they find pennies on the floor shouting “Thank you Grandad Joe!” and it always makes me smqaile to know that they know things about their Great Grandad even if they didn’t get the privilege of meeting him.
If your grandparents are still with you then cherish them. Cherish those precious moments and make the most of the time you’ve got.