I like to walk with Grandad, He takes his time you see His steps are little just like mine He stops and waits for me He lets me ask him questions He lets me hold his hand He makes me feel 10 feet tall And I think he is grand He says there’s no one like me And gold is what I’m worth When I get to walk with Grandad I’m the luckiest kid on Earth! The walks we shared when I was a child around the countryside near your home are amongst some of my most precious memories from growing up and I truly did feel like the luckiest kid on Earth. This poem made me think of them. I’ll miss you always and never stop being grateful for all of the wonderful things you taught me. Apart from Maths, I still hate Maths. You’ll always be in my heart, Leanne x x x

Love and miss you dad xx

Miss you and love you.