Growing up, I always felt so lucky to have a Grandad who, in my eyes, seemed to be the "perfect Grandad". He always made me laugh with his sense of humour (usually being rude about someone else!), he gave me endless gifts (a mechanical pencil was a particular favourite) and I never, ever went short of sweets. He had so many stories to tell and he was clearly very proud of his work and all that he achieved. I also know how proud my Dad was of him - I lost count of the number of times Dad has said to me "he can fix absolutely anything!". 

Through our stories and memories, we will always remember you, Grandad.

Sophie xxx