My last memory that I remember of my grandad was a few weeks before he died, I went to drop something off at my nans house, he was sleeping on the sofa. I sneaked past him and gave my nan the item. That was the last time I ever saw him. The week that he died, I went on a week long school residential trip, on the day I got back to school, I saw my dad standing there, waiting for me to exit the coach, I was confused, he was meant to be at work, I looked at the car park and my mum (grandad's daughter) was crying, while my friends mum comforted her, i asked what was going on and my dad explained what happened, i was heartbroken, i didnt cry, but i was hurt, it wasnt until his funeral on October 4th 2022 when it fully hit me, that i wouldn't be able to see my grandad untill i pass myself and enter heaven, with his coffin being made of cardboard, I wrote something along the lines of "miss you grandad, see you soon -love squidgy" (squidgy being the nickname my grandparents gave me) that's when it hit me, I couldn't hold back my tears, I cried and cried, I couldn't stop. I was around 11 at that Point. and now here we are, over 3 years later, it went by like a blur. Im 14 now. And it still makes me heartbroken to look at buzz light-year. Why? Because of an event that took place on New Year a few years ago. He slipped and went flying down the road while shouting "to infinity and beyond". We miss you every day grandad, we hope God and our Lord Jesus are taking care of you up there, See you soon. Kurtis Smith (grandson) 2025
Kurtis Smith
20/12/2025
