A photo dear to my heart, this photo I took in 1987, the year my Papa was initially diagnosed with cancer, it took 2 years to kill him, so this was probably the last photo I took of him before the symptoms started to show.
When I was growing up my own parents never had any fondness for wanting to be parents, and they made that very clear, every opportunity they got to dump us onto the grandparents they would, off on holiday or wherever, away they would go. So obviously I became fiercely close to my Gran and Papa, I stayed over with them every weekend from a very young age till after my Papa had passed and it was just my Gran left. If I could swap every day that I have left for one more night with the two of them I would. I often dream that their spirits have came to visit me and we hang out for a day, then I wake up and sit crying my eyes out for hours.
I have become a lot closer to my parents since all my grandparents died, but I still doubt I'll love them us much as I did my dear sweet old Gran and Papa Redpath.