Catch Up With A Mate

My Grandfather was many things, patient, considerate, humble and kind. A man with a talent for slow story telling, piano playing and gardening. A handsome man, striking good looks and tall, a giant amongst men. He was a man who knew the importance of a career, of a job well done, no matter your station in life.

But above all things, my Grandfather knew the importance of love, love of family, friends, neighbours and pets. The love he had for my Nan, his wife Joan, was the enduring kind. In March last year they had celebrated 70 years of marriage. To Grandfather, Joan was his ‘ Darling’, his ‘ Number One’.

So it seems fitting that today being Valentines Day, my Grandfather opted out of this celebration. Nan passed away mid way through last year, and he was simply lost without her. Heartbroken, the love of his life who had swept him off his feet at just 20 years of age was no longer by his side.

And now he too has passed from this life.

He did so a mere six days ago.I like to think that he checked out so as not to be alone today, the day when we stop for the briefest of moments to celebrate love in its many wondrous forms.So strong was the love they shared, 70 years of Valentines Days celebrations, that spending one alone, was, for my Grandfather, too much to bear.

Today the are united together again, in love and friendship. True companions in every sense of the word. Two people who lived exemplary lives. I will be forever thankful for the life lessons, the joy and love these two people gifted me.

Happy Valentines Day.