The poem that I read at the funeral pretty much sums up everything! Granddads poem When I think about my grandad, all the good times we have shared  I think of how he loved me  I think of how he cared  I remember when I was his Ellie belly  He read me Heidi every night  And woke me up with egg and soldiers as soon as it was light  At Christmas we'd play bingo   And grandad would use his poshest voice  And when ordering a take away he would talk In Chinese as he made his choice Sometimes he would call me up and all that I would hear  is him singing "do you want to know a secret" booming down my ear In the house he would call me a moocher  Because I looked through all the drawers  And In the back room he'd watch all the football and shout out all the scores He had the firmest handshake of anyone you'll meet  And his endless DIY skills will be very hard to beat  I would love to thank my grandad if I could talk to him for a while  For making me feel so special  And for always making me smile. I love you so so much and I will never ever forget you!!!!!!!! Can't wait to see you again and have one of your bear cuddles and watch the football on a Saturday afternoon talking for hours on end! I love you so much! ( from your darling granddaughter as you would say) :) xxxxxxxxxxxx <3 <3 <3