On a more serious note, on Tuesday the 22nd of December, at 9pm in Fazakerley Hospital, My Grandad passed away.
It was something that had been coming for a long time, him having been diagnosed with Alzheimer's 4 years ago. So in a way, it softened the blow and made things a little bit easier for everybody, but obviously, it's never easy enough.
My whole family (especially my Mum, Grandma and Uncles) are at the stage where almost everything they've said in the last few days is about him, and the way he was. The kind of things he used to say have been passed down through the years and I doubt you'd go a day without saying something that could be traced back to him.
A lot of people will tell you that I have a really 'bad' sense of humour, based around Puns and strange little sayings, but I'm glad I do. It's almost exclusively a result of my Grandad.
I've been told that the Church is going to be absolutely packed for his Funeral, simply because of the amount of people he knew through the various things he did.
I don't think you'll find a single house in the Merseyside area that he hasn't done some kind of work on. Then, in his later life he became a Eucharistic Minister, which is something he was totally devoted to.
If anybody deserves a place in Heaven, it's him.
Here's to you Grandad Jim.
R.I.P. x
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