Saturday, 24 August 2013

Sacred


Sacred

These were my Grandad's Rosery Beads.  He carried them with him all the time.  The medal next to the crucifix belonged to my Grandma, who died many years before I was born.  


Just before Grandad died, he gave these to my Dad, to give to me.  They are my most sacred possession.  They are never far from me.

Grandad didn't live long enough to see me finish University or qualify.  He was so very proud of me.

I still miss Grandad everyday.
x


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