My Grandpa, one of the most important people in my, and my children’s, lives, died on the 6th May this year.
People would say he reached a “good age” (he was 89 when he died) but, other than the cancer that took over his last couple of years, he was incredibly healthy.
He should, and WOULD, have made it to 100.
Right up until a couple of months before he died, he did yoga, shoulder stands, Tao chai, played the drums in a band at his local, did loads of adventurous activities with his grandchildren and great grandchildren and generally lived life to its fullest.
We are all heartbroken that he is gone.
