Grandpa

DH’s father passed away in September 1993 aged 77 years. Sadly, he never got to meet his youngest grandchildren. If he had, he would have loved to spend a great deal of time with them.

He was a man who grew up in the tough times, times when supporting your brothers and sisters came before education. He loved cowboy stories. He worked very hard and could and did turn his hand to anything. He was a man of endless stories. His grandsons have inherited his curious nature, having to know everything that’s going on all around them.

We dropped by the cemetery yesterday and DH took the boys to visit his memorial. H became quite emotional. I captured this moment through the bushes.