A few weeks ago I was writing three articles; one was about my experiences Assassin’s Creed Unity, a review for Injustice 2, and then I was writing another about the similarities in the way in which the UK viewed Jeremy Corbyn and how the US saw Donald Trump. However, disaster struck, and my grandfather passed away.
He was my first grandparent to die, so it really shook me. Grandad – or “Sparrow” as his friends knew him – was a huge idol for all of us, and so his death had a huge impact on my emotional state. Because of this, I walked away from those three articles and focused on writing a eulogy for his funeral.
Whilst it isn’t my usual post, and is extremely personal, I wanted to post it on my website.
A tribute to Sparrow
My warmest memories of Grandad were during Christmas at Mum and Dad’s home. This was mainly because it was one of the rare occasions when he was forced to stay inside, rather than being in the garden working. We’d sit there for hours on end playing cards whilst occasionally being told to take breaks by Nan and Mum to go for country walks.
I could almost guarantee that every time I saw grandad we would play cards. He would usually take a short break from working with Dad to have a quick game. We upheld this tradition until he no longer had the mental capability to play. Whilst this may seem like minor memories, to me they are significant; as they show how even though Grandad’s work ethic was legendary, he would still make the time for his grandchildren.
The influence he had on all of our lives was incredible. Grandad saw all of his grandchildren in a rare light; he viewed us as the best versions of ourselves, and provided us all with the drive to become them. He ensured that we would never rest on our laurels, and that we were constantly motivated to better ourselves. At times it was difficult to understand, but I can say with confidence today that I’m glad he shaped the expectations I have of myself.
Lastly I’d like to share something he said just under a year ago at my sister’s graduation. He told me that if anything were to happen to him, he had a good life with no regrets.
At the time I found this difficult to swallow. I have always looked at Grandad like he was a living John Wayne character, riding through life with Johnny Cash playing in the background and a glass of cider in his hand, and to see him no longer in his prime was tough. However his words are something I’ve held close to me in the wake of his death. It’s rare to be granted the comfort of knowing that someone lived and appreciated a full happy life, and I’m so thankful he shared it with me before he began to fall ill.
Grandad, we will forever hold you in our hearts, and hope you continue to watch over us in the years to come.