i got home to leuven late last night to find a letter, written 18th of march, from my grandad. he always liked to finish a story. i suppose it's his way of getting the last word after all.

my trip to new zealand was mixed with happiness to hug all of my family again, and sadness at not being able to hug my grandad. but i'm so glad i went home because i got to say goodbye properly. and even though i was unable (due to upsetness factor) to speak at the funeral, i was able to spend time with him on my own beforehand which i am very pleased i did. the six of us grandkids were given the difficult honour of being the pallbearers.

my grandad was an incredible man who loved me and who took such a genuine interest in my life. i am so fortunate to have had the last 23 years of my life with him. the memories i have will be always greatly treasured and never forgotten.

i love you too grandad.