grandad kit

Thank you for reading my blog. If you have difficulty seeing your grandchildren, or have any views about my situation, I would welcome your messages by e-mail through this blog site. If you wish, just use a first name or a nickname and your identity will be protected, like mine – “Grandad Kit.”

Dear “Tom

Grandad needs cheering up

You are now four years old. I am your other grandfather, the one you have just met, but only the once. At the moment, it looks highly unlikely that we will ever see you again, but whatever happens please believe that I love you dearly and always will. You are my flesh and blood, and always will be. We will meet again one day, I am sure. I am writing this daily "blog" to you to make up for the fact that I can't speak to you right now. I hope that one day you will be able to read this.

Grandad has ben a bit sad these last few days, and not because Nana Ann turned up unexpectedly (again1) but for once she can't help me. We both have lots and lots to do...but that's enough of that.

I remeber when your cousin Elaine was a little girl, she used to make us laugh a lot with the things she said and did. The great thing about kids is that you ask such simple, direct questions about anything and everything. Now when a grown-up asks a question, it's usually for a reason, not neccessarily to do with the question itslef. But people like you who haven't been made cynical by the world, can give such a marvellous insight into things. Even "why is the sky blue?" or "why does that man walk funny?" or "why don't animals talk?" (they do in a way). It's not so much the questions themselves, but the fact that they make us forget about all the bad things in the world and just share with you the wonder of seeing everything for the first time, that's waht's good about it.

Anyway, "wet towel time" will soon be over and Grandad will be able to go back to being a human being again instead of a machine that can't be allowed to stop, not for an instant. Don' worry, this intense time is only for a little while. It's very neccessary, and when it's all over I'll look back and be proud of managing to do everything ("keep all the ablls in the air" like a juggler) at the same time a saying thank God it'sall over! Wouldn't it be nice if work and the other things we have to do would come in nice neat packagaes, with just so mych and no more to do each day? But would't that be rather boring?

Sorry to trouble you with all this grown-up talk, but I am a grown up (quite an old one) and I can't help myself.

I had a letter today from a lady who remebers my Mam and Dad. That was very, very nice and did brightne the day for me and Nana Ann in our brief time off.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann