My
Grandpa was an inspiration to me just as Diego Maradona the footballer was. He
liked to live life to the fullest. He always told me to spend everyday like it’s
your last. He’s not with us now. I miss him everyday. He was very successful
and happy.
He
started off his career as an accountant, then went into business and then was
an owner of a big clothing company which he sold after a few years. When he
took over the family business from his father and ran the clothing company he
met the Queen as he was given a prestigious award, the Commander of the British
Empire (CBE) for his services to the British clothing industry.
He
passed away 8 months ago. I will never forget him. I always imagine talking to
him every night before I go to sleep. I look up to him. All my family say I
looked like him when I smile and I am like him. He was a strong man. He beat
cancer. It took me a while to recover from his death. I love him so much and I
always think of him everyday.
He
was very sporty and very active like me, until he was in his 60s. He had an
illness from aged 71 until 79, when he passed away. He was very stiff and
couldn’t move properly. He ended up in a wheel chair. I know this sounds silly
but he couldn’t go to the toilet without some help. He struggled a lot. But now
I know he can do anything he wants to do up in heaven. He can play sport again.
Even
when he was ill he always had that cheeky grin on his face. ‘UMPH’ he used to
say when he got up from his favourite chair, as he could barely stand up or get
up anymore. He had one dimple on his left cheek when he smiled, like me. Before
he died, Ariella (one of my sisters) and me and mum went on holiday with
Grandpa John and Grandma Pickles. (I like to call her that because I always
think she looks like the woman on the pickle jar!)- her real name is Hilary.
Grandpa
and I went to watch Grandma play golf on the second day of the holiday. Grandpa
was driving the golf buggy with me in it and unfortunately he pressed the
accelerator instead of the break and crashed into a tree. Luckily I jumped out
of the buggie just in time but Granpda got badly hurt. However, he and I were
both laughing as Grandma panicked and ran to the club house to ring the
hospital. He went to hospital but ended up being ok.
7
months later, Grandpa died. These were the funniest and scariest memories I
have of him.
Grandpa
I love you lots and always will.
