The 2nd of November marks a day that will be ingrained in my memory forever as the day that cancer took my Grandad 8 years ago. He had his faults, and he could be a mardy bugger, but he was only human and he was MY Grandad. He had a wicked sense of humour and loved to wind us grand kids up by watching cricket whilst other more entertaining things were on. He liked to drink tea, and John Smiths, and ate cold baked bean sandwiches, and he was MY Grandad.
I have always believed that there is something else after we leave this earth, I have no idea what but I have always felt that way. I wouldn't say I'm psychic or anything but I guess I can pick up on little things as most people can. Such as I can feel that there's "someone" in and around my desk most of the time, and I knew the precise moment that both of my Grandad's died, but yesterday had to be the strangest day for a while!
I was on lates/afters yesterday so I managed to have the morning to myself for a change. I had to run errands in town, and get something sorted for my tea etc. Whilst i was pottering in the kitchen I had radio two on, and there was a lovely lady vicar on the show saying that the 2nd of November is all souls day and is the day that we should remember all those that we have loved and lost. How very fitting. As the day progressed I saw two blokes that looked like my Grandad, and even walked like him! Then every shop that I went into had some sort of music / song that he liked on, I mean who plays Bonnie Tyler really!! I then went into Boots and saw the cricketer Dickie Bird, who spoke to me and asked how I was. He was one of Grandad's favourites! Then to top it all off on the way into work, the radio had on another of his favourite tracks.
All such strange things that are probably a coincidence but certainly made me crack a smile...
Sorry for this post boys and girls but I felt the need, normal service shall be resumed shortly I promise. Plus there's the threat of tonight's WI on the horizon!!