Eighty

Today my dear dad GG is eighty. Ten years ago the whole family surprised him at breakfast, under his balcony... In France. Happy days.
Ten years have past and I'm still lucky to have him though he drives me nuts with his quirks and foibles, he's still the favourite man in my life.
Thought it would be apt to read John Burningham's Grandpa at bedtime..... Oh dear, ends with an empty chair....And me in tears, how do you explain that one to an eight year old?
GG arrives tomorrow for a weekend of celebrating so let's rise a glass to being eighty and cherish the good times.