40 years ago today my grandad passed away. I was 14 years old and the gap he left in my life is still as big today as it was then. I was devastated. We only had one set of grandparents (my dads mum had died when he was a child and his dad died the year I was born) so the one set we did have were important to us. They were our safe place and my grandad was more so than my grandma.
Talking recently to my aunt it came to light he wasn’t as perfect and pristine in character as I have always thought but still to me he is.