My Grandad was for all intents and purposes, my father. He loved me fiercely and was my champion and my rock. He taught me alot about how to be in the world and in the last few years of his life, about love and compassion, and strength and courage in the face of great adversity. He lived to see his 82nd birthday and though to many that would seem a long and good life, I would never have been ready to let him go. My Gramps was magical and special. He was my heart and I miss terribly.