After a lovely walk/ride along the Rodwell Trail last weekend, we were brought back down to earth with a bang on Monday when we received the sad news that TJ’s great grandad had passed away. He was 94 years old and one of the kindest, most generous and caring men you could have ever met. He adored TJ and the feeling was completely mutual.
As you can imagine, this week has been tough. Losing someone you love is hard enough, but nothing prepares you for having to try to explain to a 4 year old that he won’t see “great big grandad” again. When we first told him, his reply was, “I wish I had a magic wand to stop you both crying and to make grandad better again”. Sometimes life through the eyes of a child is so beautiful and naive.