To grandad, I’ll never forget the weekends away with you, were we had toast and porridge in the morning, cheese cobs in the afternoon and fried chips in the evening, the laurel and hardy box set you showed to me countless times, the apple picking in the back garden and being pushed on the swing. Even though I only ever saw you when you were grey, I only remember the man who walked a mile and back to walk me home from school firmly into his 80s, the man who would help teach me to tie my shoelaces, the man who would tuck us in at night and tell us we could wake up at any time we want whether it was light out or not when our parents were away. But most importantly when I look back on who you were to me I’ll see the man who cared about all my childish interests, the man who helped teach me to respect the people who care for me, the man who would play with us in the garden teaching me about nature and craft knowing I was the last grandchild you ever could. Whenever I’m asked about who you where I’ll be proud to say how you loved, cared and taught me to be the man I am today and how lucky I am to say I was your grandson which is an honour I’ll hold until the day I meet you again
Dominic Clark
28/02/2026
