It’s the 1st December 2013. Whilst we’ve put the Christmas tree up on this Sunday afternoon there is an undertone of pain & sadness. My grandad is currently in hospital and is very unwell. At the (not so old) age of 64 I’ve always seen him as an everlasting human being. He was the first man in my life & I guess I have been the apple of his eye, affectionately known as “Gwadad” I would often refer to him as “ya ‘usband” when talking to my nana at five years of age. We’re visiting him often and making sure he’s comfy & that he knows he has a loving family round him. It’s hard to see him with all the tubes in & struggling for air. So please pray and wish for me, my family & most of all my Gwadad that he makes a full recovery and is back with his family this Christmas. It is where he belongs.
With love & blessings, Rebecca
