You never liked the awkward moments in life and when you did come across one, you would always sing that same song "shall we go down to the river..." and us grandchildren would just roll our eyes at you thinking you were just getting old. But you weren't just getting old, you were getting on, and singing was your way of dealing with things sometimes. You had hardened your exterior over the years and pretended not to care when things went wrong. But when I came down to see you one year I could see straight through you. Things weren't the same since nan passed and you were all alone with Penny your cat, but even she was a hand full to care for at times. For a man that fought war, was so ignorant and stood firm and strong for everything you believed in and lived the longest possible prosperous life you could, I can safely say that you are dearly missed in our family and there is a gap at times that I wish wasn't there. We all miss you, I miss you.