Anthony James Joy

My Grandad was the most amazing person you could ever meet. He was kind, loving, and generous, devoted, honest and totally down to earth. He had his faults that use to drive me crazy – like tapping his cutlery on the table during dinner, walking about the house singing funny song’s and making a funny sound with his mouth, but I would do absolutely anything to hear anyone of those sounds again. I was lucky enough to live in the same house as my Grandad all my life which was an honour, he was far more than just a Grandad to me, having him around was sort of like having an extra Dad and most importantly he was my best friend. I could go to him with anything and he would tell me what to do about it - I might not always like his answer, but it always made sense and it was always right. I feel so lucky to have been so close to him and to have lived with him all my life but that makes losing him even harder to come to term’s with. I look at photographs or smell the familiar smell of his cardigan and just wish that he was here with me again. I have so many fantastic memories with him and in some way’s it still doesn’t seem real that he isn’t around anymore. When I come home from where ever I have been that day, I sometimes still walk into his room expecting him to be there and I still get abit of a shock when I go in and find that his room is no longer his room. When I lost Grag I felt like my whole world has fallen down around me and the day he died a piece of me died with him. No-one could ever fill that place because no matter how wonderful they are – no one could ever be quite as wonderful as he was. I loved him with all my heart, I always will and not a day goes by where I don’t think of him. I’ll love him always x X x