This Christmas I lost someone very dear to me. I had forgotten how much he meant to me until I sat down and thought about it. It was his funeral today, and I couldn't make it. I don't remember a time when this person wasn't in my life, he babysat me, took me on outings, remembered my birthday and Christmas and just did all the things a wonderful grandparent did. He engraved my name on my walking stick in beautiful copper plate writing and I remember being so proud of it.
and now he's gone.
I'm so sorry I couldn't make his funeral, but I have been thinking about him, and how much he meant to me, and how much I regret not popping round to see him more on visits home from university.