In memory of my pop, who was adoreded and loved by all, he was a kind hearted man that didnt have a hateful bone in his body.

He passed 6th of November 1992 ....a very sad day for us all.

He never got to meet any of his great grandchildren, but l am sure he is watching over them all.

Here is a poem l found on the net

What is a Grandfather?

A Friend, a confidant, and a mentor
That is what a Grandfather is.

Call him Grandfather, Grandpa, or even Poppy.
Just a thought of him and your heart is happy

A kindly face and snow-white hair
In his gentle eyes there is no disappointment
There is no despair

A whisper, a smile and secrets to share
A bond that is beyond compare

Fishing poles and bedtime stories.
Dressing as Santa, or even the Easter bunny
Hidden pockets full of money

l miss you pop, love you so much and some days l feel you are around watching over the boys....

:) xxoo

my gran (still living) and my pop