My maternal grandad died last night. He'd been ill in hospital a couple of weeks ago, but had been cleared to go home. He was only 68. I didn't know him very well, due to some family politics and the fact he lived miles away (north of the Thames!), but I spent one of the most memorable weeks of my life with him. 1998 was a very important year for me and the week I spent with Big Dad and Derek was a week I really discovered who I was, where I was going and where I could have a break from some of the emotions I was feeling back home.
Big Dad, you shall be sorely missed. Intelligent and just the right side of mad. Love ya.