Hiya Grandad, well I was nine years old when u sadly left us to go to glorious land! (Hangin out with ur bud Elvis). I remember holding onto someone whom I thought was my mum when leaving St Jimmy's church, I was that sad to see you go. It was actually my mums cousin Joan, they both had leather jackets on! I hope I have made you proud with what I have achived so far. You obviously made a special impact in life, as still to this day the family u left behind still miss you terribly, hence the reason I am writing to you on a website! he he I hope you an Grandad Joe ok. We are fine down here, but there isnt a day that goes by where I dont think of you both. I am now older, I now realise just how young you where when u passed on, to me then- you seemed like a giant! Bending over to give me tickely kisses with your muzzy...:-). Well I will write again soon, when I feel like I need to get things of the chest, or to simply say hi. Love you forever, grandaughter Donna x x x