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.
Whenever life gets difficult for us, we always find ourselves yearning to be by the sea. It’s one of the main reasons we decided to leave London. I was born and raised on the South Coast and always feel a sense of calm when staring out over the waves. Luckily we are only a 10 minute drive from the beach, so yesterday we grabbed TJ’s scooter, put on some warm clothes and headed out.
It was beautiful down there and, as TJ had his wellies and waterproof trousers on, he went for a little paddle. Unfortunately, he didn’t realise that if you went in too deep, the water would go up over your wellies and you would end up with soggy socks but he didn’t seem to care.
The fresh air did us all the world of good and we feel a little more prepared for tricky weeks ahead.