My grandad died last night. He was in his 90s and spent his last few months absolutely shattered so it was his time to go rest. I feel sad about it. Funny how your evening can just change in a millisecond. Last night a Facebook message changed my life. Since we emigrated when I was 13, I didn't spend much time with him as a teen. The last time I saw him was at our joint bash in 2009. However the bond I have from childhood still remains. Ethan doesn't have any memories of him but I am glad Mark does.
I have this overwhelming memory of him. My grandad loved Earl Grey Tea. My mum used to send boxes and boxes of the stuff. Seems he got a taste for it whilst Nigeria was colonised and we had all the British Stores. I used to think of him anytime I saw a box of Earl Grey or sniffed that fragrant scent of citrus that the tea had.
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My grandad had an awesome sense of humour, he could sew (I have seen pics of my mum & her sisters in match sailor dresses) & he spoke English to me when my mum wanted me to learn Yoruba. Eventhough he did do typical grandad stuff like reading to me etc He always took an interest and asked after us.
He got so much joy watching videos we made of Ethan. He told my mum it was just like E being there. This is the man who turns his mobile off and my mum has to ring someone else to tell him to switch it on.
I love my grandad and will miss him very much.
Every time I see Earl Grey I will say a prayer for him.