April 11th 2018
Today is my Grandad’s 80th birthday. (Almost) the whole family went round to Grandma and Grandad’s house for a mini celebration. We’re having a larger party/celebration next Sunday, but tonight was just to commemorate his actual birthday.
My Grandad is basically my favourite person in the world. Before I got full time work, he and I used to go to the driving range every Tuesday morning for a few hours. I really, really miss those times we spent together.
My love of golf comes from him, and I think so does my obsession with numbers and analytics. His brain works in a very numeric fashion, and I think that’s where I get it from.
He’s also the only person in my family taller than five foot nine, so I’m thankful for that, otherwise I’d probably be 5’7″ like my Dad.
He’s always happy (around me, at least), he’s always asking questions, and he’s always interested in what’s happening in all of our lives.
I know exactly what he’s thinking at all times, and I know what he’s going to say before he says it. That’s partly why we get on so well.
It’s upsetting that I don’t get to see him as much any more, but I guess that’s just part of growing older. But I should really make more effort to go and visit in the evenings, even if I can’t make it to our Tuesday golf sessions any more.
Eighty years old. Blimey.
Until tomorrow, happy birthday, old man.