Thursday, 11 August 2011


On Tuesday 9th August my grandfather, my grampy, died. He had been fighting prostate cancer which had unfortunately spread to his bones, he was offered an MRI scan too late and he slowly slipped away. I've experienced loss before but nothing has compared to this.

My grampy was the best grandfather in the world, he was everything you could want from a grandfather. My childhood was filled with caravan holidays with my grandparents to Monmouthshire, my brother and I would camp out in his shed when we visited, he'd talk to us about the war when he would tell us all about the time he stood on top of David Morgan's in Cardiff and watched Swansea burn during the blitz. My grandparents were like second parents to me, which I suppose is what grandparents are meant to be.

Grampy reading Russell Brand's book one Christmas

Grampy, my brother, nan, me, my mum

Father and Son
I will miss him more than I can say.

Rest in peace, Grampy Ken.


  1. Aww hun you actually made me cry, even if I haven't experienced such loss. Hope you'll be OK ):

  2. I'm so sorry for your loss x


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