Losing family is the hardest. What's even harder is not being there for your family through the challenges... and I wish I could be there for my family right now, instead of being stuck halfway across the globe. I'm incredibly proud to read all the stories shared on this page about my wonderful granddad. I've often wondered about what it would have been like to know him as a young man, or even as a father. What I can tell you is that to know him, was to love him. Every single visit was one filled with smiles, laughter, a grumpy anecdote or two (usually about me or my sisters lack of enjoyment for mushrooms) ...Which is ironic now, since I love mushrooms. & above all else, love. The only thing I can say with full honesty is that I wish I'd made more time to spend with our wonderful granddad. A regret I'm sure we all feel when thinking about our loved one's we've lost. But I know that he'd be proud of each and every one of his amazing family for what they've accomplished in their life. I know that this day will be hard for so many of us. Especially for Ann, Ged, Al & my wonderful Mum. But I know that somewhere Granddad is looking down and smiling... and he's proud of every one of us. I've spent the last few weeks often finding myself peering out of the window, lost in thought, thinking about Frank. Wondering what was on his mind. Wondering if somehow he could see me in that moment thinking of him. I'm grateful to have had such a man to look up to, and to help shape me into the person I am today. I'm truly proud to call him Granddad. And I'll continue to have those moments and thoughts about him, likely for the rest of my life. I miss you. And I'm thankful for you. Love you. Jamie