I miss you so much grandad! Everytime I think of you, I can see you sat on the sofa in dads apartment eating a pork pie. I still remember most of things that you said to me, all the stories that you told. I have a wooden box next to my bed with silly little things that remind me of you. I carry photos of you with me sometimes. The night that you died I knew about it before dad even told me. I just had this strange feeling and the next morning I didnt go to school because I felt something had happened and then dad phoned my mum and told me 'Weez, grandads not with us anymore." I didnt even reply, I couldnt. I dropped the phone, walked outside and screamed and cried. I will always love you and I promise never ever to forget you for as long as I live! Tis she again. - (no ones gonna understand that last bit)xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo