Letters

The following is a transcript of a letter written by Tony's Grandson, George.

When I first heard about Grandpa it was as if every single memory I have of him flashed before me. I thought about when him and I set the paving slabs in the back garden, when we would spend what seemed like an eternity just talking in the greenhouse, when we would do woodwork in the garage and when he would run about and play with me with whatever new toy I would show him.

That was the best thing about Grandpa. When you were with him he wasn't thinking about the one hundred other things he had going on; his entire concentration was dedicated to that moment, to being with you. To him there was no such thing as insignificance. He had a genuine interest in what you were discussing and he thrived to know every intricate detail of the matter in question. Never was he short or imposing. Instead he would always counsel and consider whatever issue you raised. Whether old or young he took everything people said and cared enough to think it through and reply.
There were so many attributes in him that I can only dream of one day myself possessing.

The thing is to me, it doesn't feel like he has gone as I see constant reminders in the qualities and traits that he left behind. I see him in Neil's ambition. I see him in Grandma's love and Dad, I see him everyday in your passion.

Grandpa was in his element when he was surrounded by his family. So now I just imagine that summer where we all came to our house and ate in the sun while we listened to him and Colin tell us stories of them both growing up. That was where he belongs; his heaven.

So to Grandpa I say to you only what you would have said to us - Tarra old cock.