Gone But Never Forgotten

9 years ago today my granddad, Wilf Lenton, was taken from us ever so cruelly by a combination of cancer, MRSA & hypothermia – according to his death certificate.
Such a gentle soul willing to help anybody he was well known around Nuneaton & Bedworth, especially on the domino scene and I know he is missed by many.
He was more than just my granddad though – he was my best friend. He was always there for me, always had a smile and words of encouragement no matter how bad things seemed. He taught me to confront my problems & fears head on, to not be afraid to just say what I think & be myself regardless of what anyone else thinks. He taught me lessons that have proved invaluable to me in day to day life and he’s not here for me to thank him, I never got to walk upto the bar and buy him a pint of mild, I never got see his proud smile when I passed my driving test or when I got my first proper job.
I still miss his voice, his smile, playing football or cricket over the field, I miss digging down on the allotment we had together.
I miss him.
And I always will.
Granddad, it’s been 9 years without you and not one day of those 9 years has passed without me thinking about you and hopefully I’ve made you proud. Wherever you are I’m sure that you’re the domino champion they all want to beat but can’t, much like it was when you were with us!