Let’s remove the step first of all
For he lived in my life longer than Taid so I feel that title should change
Memories of Tom have been falling into my mind
Those from my childhood and older
Of seeing him last Saturday after such a long time
To being with him in France as a youngster
From memories of his dogs Jaffa and Gater
To the portraits of us as kids and from weddings
From his love for scrabble and always winning
Of enjoying red wine
Of eating more and mopping the plate with bread
To saying nothing at dinner other than a burp
From hating adverts on tv that be muted the sound
To spending time in his studio at the top of the house
Silently creating art with such detail and heart
Of people I knew well or of those I’d never met
Tom was sarcastic in nature
Quick witted with his responses
So quick on his feet that he would catch you off guard
With his funny comments and his little laugh
More like a smirk or smile as he wound up my Nan
For this, for him was endless fun
Whether admitting to being an Eastenders fan, or sitting for hours doing his sudoku
Tom was intelligent and had lived such a long full life
89 years 6months of pure talent and creations
Whether through watercolour or built
Barns and studios and anything else
Well travelled and able to speak languages
So many stand out cars
The yellow one being my favourite
Commenting on my driving speed being slow, needing to save my money, to liking my written work and suggesting publishing it
Looking after me when I was younger
Being found fast asleep together
His favourite cereal being Jordan’s granola
Tanning well on holiday
Remember when that large sun canvas landed on my head?
Or us not seeing eye to eye?
We were able to openly talk and disagree
You loved ice cream
You always had seconds if you could
You were always smartly dressed
For that pipe that you smoked, and sitting there in tweed
Your hat sat proudly.. peaky blinders style
You had good taste in programmes
You loved my Nan
You made her happy for all this time
I will miss your presence
Because even with your lack of hearing or involvement in every conversation
You always gave me time
Even last Saturday
You smiled when you saw me
You listened to me
You hugged me and I said I would see you soon
That next time we’d talk more
Your advice and ideas will not be forgotten
I will do what I can to keep you alive in my world and heart
I will not forget about you
You were my grandad
I do hope you can rest and heal
In peace
I hope the adverts are gone where you are
Plenty of wine and chocolate
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