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When I got in this evening, I had a message from the nursing home. When I called, they said I should come. He had been OK until today, but had seemed poorly this morning. Since 5pm he had 'deteriorated significantly'. We went straight away, but he had died a few minutes before we arrived.
He was 94, born on 19 September, 1909 (19 09, 1909 - how many times have I heard him say that?). My lovely Gran died just over 6 weeks ago at 92 and we knew Gramp wouldn't live long without her.
They were the most wonderful grandparents to my brother and me (Mum is an only child). I have such special memories of my time spent with them - endless summers helping Gramp pick peas and runner beans, making cakes with Gran, decorating the tree on Christmas Eve, tea and biscuits in bed sitting between the two of them, bread and dripping for breakfast!
Gramp was British, but born in Wawota, Canada. At the age of one the family came to England, intending to return to Canada, but the First World War broke out and they had to stay.
He was victor ludorum during his career at Burford Grammar School, trained as a Lawyer in the City and always regretted not taking his bar exams, served in Burma in the Second World War (he enlisted voluntarily despite being in a job which would have exempted him), was instrumental in designing a coat of arms for Dursley Town (of which he was clerk to the Rural District Council and where I grew up), was founder president of the Probus and Rotary clubs in the town, and so much more. He was a principled man and a total pedant - always picking us up on our grammar (but never Gran - she could get away with anything!) and totally intolerant of anything less than perfection. He was my mentor and the wisest person. More than anything else, he loved his family.
Thank you for listening.
He was 94, born on 19 September, 1909 (19 09, 1909 - how many times have I heard him say that?). My lovely Gran died just over 6 weeks ago at 92 and we knew Gramp wouldn't live long without her.
They were the most wonderful grandparents to my brother and me (Mum is an only child). I have such special memories of my time spent with them - endless summers helping Gramp pick peas and runner beans, making cakes with Gran, decorating the tree on Christmas Eve, tea and biscuits in bed sitting between the two of them, bread and dripping for breakfast!
Gramp was British, but born in Wawota, Canada. At the age of one the family came to England, intending to return to Canada, but the First World War broke out and they had to stay.
He was victor ludorum during his career at Burford Grammar School, trained as a Lawyer in the City and always regretted not taking his bar exams, served in Burma in the Second World War (he enlisted voluntarily despite being in a job which would have exempted him), was instrumental in designing a coat of arms for Dursley Town (of which he was clerk to the Rural District Council and where I grew up), was founder president of the Probus and Rotary clubs in the town, and so much more. He was a principled man and a total pedant - always picking us up on our grammar (but never Gran - she could get away with anything!) and totally intolerant of anything less than perfection. He was my mentor and the wisest person. More than anything else, he loved his family.
Thank you for listening.
I am sorry for your loss. Your grandparents sound like they were very special people
