Last Sunday

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Last Sunday my Granddad got up and went to 9 o'clock Mass in his local church.

Last Sunday I got up and brought my mother to brunch at 11.30am in Odessa.

Later my Granddad had a roast goose dinner, followed by trifle and cream.

I had smoked salmon eggs benedict, freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee.

After dinner, my Granddad (aged 90 and almost a half) went fishing.

After brunch, I (aged 31 and almost three-quarters) went shopping.

After fishing, my Granddad walked from the river, through the fields, to the bridge to wait for his lift.

After shopping, I went to lie on the couch in my boyfriend's house, tired from a night out and early start.

Last Sunday, my Granddad sat on the bridge, hands on the stone either side and bowed his head.

Last Sunday, as I started to open an ice-cream and sit on a bench, I got a call from my mother, sobbing.

Never sick, we never expected him to go. His first admittance to hospital was for his post mortem. He went they way he should, aged 90, but still too soon.

He leaves behind his wife, ten children, 26 grandchildren and one great-grandchild. 

He had planted cabbages and potatoes the week before, the turnips were next.

He caught a fine trout the day he died.

R.I.P. Granddad.

Comments

  1. HestiasheartApril 10, 2011 at 8:34 PM

    Such a beautiful tribute Shiny. Happy and sad tears at once. Love you lots.

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  2. JayhaitchApril 10, 2011 at 10:02 PM

    Lovely. Sending lots of positive thoughts for you

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  3. This LimboApril 11, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    I'm so sorry to hear that, Shiny.

    You introduced him to us all in your lovely post about him a few months ago. He sounded wonderful.

    But you're right, what better way for him to bow out graciously after 90 good years.

    Hope you're okay x

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  4. AnonymousApril 11, 2011 at 3:24 PM

    That's a very poignant tribute.....May he rest in peace.

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  5. shinyApril 12, 2011 at 9:26 PM

    Thanks folks, was something I needed to write.

    It was a big shock, but it was the best way for him to go. He had said to my Granny before that he would die happy if he died fishing.

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  6. goldmasterApril 16, 2011 at 12:15 AM

    Knowing you, he was someone who slipped past my knowing him. A lost privilege. I feel getting to know him would have been an enhansment.

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