John Kenneth 'Ken' Gray
27 September 1928 - 23 November 2016
When I hear the word "Grandad" I think of happiness, of joy. I think of joking around and having fun. I think of laughter and smiles. I think of all the cycling we watched. I think of his garden, of the apples and the berries. I think of buying chips and gravy at the market in Leeds. I think of the little tables we would get out to eat our dinner on. I think about the long walks in the countryside, seeing the horses and feeding them from our hands. I think about the times he came over and picked us up from school. I think about the beach in Scarborough, riding on the donkeys, making sand castles and running around with buckets of water. I think of love.
When I think of love, the love that my Grandad has, it's endless; without restrictions, without conditions or terms. I remember as a child we would receive a letter every now and again from Grandad and every time there would be 50p in each letter. I don't remember what he wrote, or if I even understood what it was that he wrote, but I do remember the 50p. To a small child 50p can seem a lot, to many of us now it doesn't seem like anything. But there was so much more to it than just 50p, it was a reminder that our Grandad loved us, that he was always thinking about us. Even though we lived far apart and we couldn't see each other often he found a way to constantly show his love for us. No matter how cheeky or mischievous we were his love was never exhausted. No matter how many buckets of cold sea water we poured over him we would still go back the next year to do the same.
My Grandad is one of the greatest examples of love there is. An example that I want to follow the rest of my life. I've felt my Grandads love whilst here in Spain, and I will continue to feel it till I see him again. I know when we meet again it will be like it was when we were last together. I'll always remember his smile and I'll be waiting anxiously to see it again.
I Love you Grandad, Jacob xx
Hugs Wendy x x