A Grandparent Shape Hole

Earlier in the most I wrote about how I was missing my Grandma.  Over the last few weeks I’ve thought about my Grandma and Grandad a lot and found myself easily brought to tears. 
I know they say time is a great healer & that in time you get used to people not being there but sometimes I think the passing of time only serves to make you miss them more.  The more time that slips by the more things they have missed. 

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.


  1. January 29, 2015 / 9:24 am

    Thinking of you and sending love and hugs!!
    Your grandad sounds a wonderful man….A lot like my Grandad was…pottering in his shed, growing tomatoes & a flat cap….Lovely memories to have x

  2. January 29, 2015 / 12:16 pm

    Oh Colette, this brought tears to my eyes. He sounds like a wonderful man and quite like my grandad too – pottering in the greenhouse. That photo is gorgeous x

  3. January 30, 2015 / 11:44 am

    I spend time with my grandma every day. She's the only grandparent I have left now. I try to make sure the boys see as much of her as possible too because they won't remember much of her. My grandad died when I was 17 and even though I was a teenager I struggle to recall how he looked, what his voice sounded like. Losing grandparents is hard but inevitable. Big hugs to you xxxx

  4. January 31, 2015 / 5:13 pm

    A beautiful post. My grandparents are gone too. My grnadads both died before my children were born, and my nannas passed away within weeks of each other, just after my eldest was born. I agree, we should cherish them x x x

  5. Old Fashioned Susie
    February 1, 2015 / 9:35 pm

    What a lovely post- my eyes are a bit wet xx

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