goodbye . . . .

My grandfather died this morning.

When I was young boy his job was picking up milk from the farms around Northern Ireland. he took me with him.

I decided I was going to be a farmer.

I started collecting Farmers Weekly.

He used to bring me out to his garden where he kept all his budgies.

We would go outside and talk to the budgies.

He had the most perfectly clipped hedges.

When he hugged me his face was rough with stubble.

Sometimes he smelled of earth. of soil. of damp soil.

He loved country and western music.

He had wee horses above the fireplace.

I grew up on his wheat bread.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. helen says:

    no one can take away the memories marcus our thoughts are with you x

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  2. Simon Howard says:

    I'm very sorry, Marcus

    Simon

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  3. Magda says:

    I'm really really sorry Marcus:(,
    Magda B.

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  4. postpran says:

    thank you Helen, Simon and Magda. Yes memories are strong. I will miss him a lot!!!

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  5. amyking says:

    Rest in peace, Grandpa! I love these memories~

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  6. amyking says:

    Rest in peace, Grandpa! I love these memories~

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  7. Wang says:

    I'm really sorry to hear that, Marcus,
    and your writing is touching

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  8. postpran says:

    Thanks Amy and Wang. It's been a tough week. It helps to re-evaluate priorities sometimes 🙂

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