My grandad, Joseph Robert (or Roy, as he was known to his family and friend's) died about 4 years before i was born, so i never got to meet him.
I know all about him, as my mum and Grandma, when she was alive, talked about him all the time.
I know that he survived meningitis, i know he had several heart attacks, that eventually killed him.I know he once had a fight with a ciggarette machine, which ended with machine falling off the wall.
Just because i didn't get to meet him doesn't mean that i didn't get to know him, because i did.
In a way, i feel that he touched my life in some part, even though he wasn't physically here. I know he was a survivor, who adored his only daughter, and his wife, and i know that if he were alive then he would have been majorly proud of me too.
I know all about him, as my mum and Grandma, when she was alive, talked about him all the time.
I know that he survived meningitis, i know he had several heart attacks, that eventually killed him.I know he once had a fight with a ciggarette machine, which ended with machine falling off the wall.
Just because i didn't get to meet him doesn't mean that i didn't get to know him, because i did.
In a way, i feel that he touched my life in some part, even though he wasn't physically here. I know he was a survivor, who adored his only daughter, and his wife, and i know that if he were alive then he would have been majorly proud of me too.
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