Morfar (granddad) – my special guardian angel
As you are aware I went to Sweden recently, my mum is born in Visby, Gotland and grew up there. She came to London when she was 19 and met my dad about a year later, dad kept her here in London but she likes to go back once in a while to see family and I like it there very much. I understand the language (mamma talks Swedish to me) and I have lots of family there too that spoil and look after me, I will tell you more about my mormor/stepmormor, aunties, great grandma, and other family members sometime soon. I am also very lucky to have loads of cousins, aunties, uncles, Nana and granddad on my dads side too and I promise to let you know more about them all soon also (some of them live in Spain and speaks Spanish as well as English!).
Sadly this trip to Sweden was not for fun as my morfar past away on 14th October and we went to see my stepmormor and all my aunties and to say our farewell to morfar. Mammas dad was a very special man, she has promised me to keep his memory alive by telling me stories about him when I grow up. I was very lucky to have met him before he sadly left us; this was when we went to Sweden when I was about 6 weeks old, at the end of August earlier this year. I was cuddling with him and even have some photographs of us that I will treasure forever. Mamma was very sad when he died but she now thinks he is in a nice place looking over us, probably playing lots of golf and drinking single malt with his brother and father.
My morfar was a musician and played the trumpet, mamma and her sisters where always surrounded by lots of music in the house when she grew up. He was sometimes a bit forgetful and once left mamma when she was little at the local grocery store. Mamma says that my morfar was the nicest person in the world and she loved him very much. I am looking forward to hearing more stories about him. My aunt Andy sent mamma an email suggesting that he is now my very special guardian angel and I would like to think he is, and if I listen carefully I can hear him play his trumpet for me as I go to sleep every night.
Sadly this trip to Sweden was not for fun as my morfar past away on 14th October and we went to see my stepmormor and all my aunties and to say our farewell to morfar. Mammas dad was a very special man, she has promised me to keep his memory alive by telling me stories about him when I grow up. I was very lucky to have met him before he sadly left us; this was when we went to Sweden when I was about 6 weeks old, at the end of August earlier this year. I was cuddling with him and even have some photographs of us that I will treasure forever. Mamma was very sad when he died but she now thinks he is in a nice place looking over us, probably playing lots of golf and drinking single malt with his brother and father.
My morfar was a musician and played the trumpet, mamma and her sisters where always surrounded by lots of music in the house when she grew up. He was sometimes a bit forgetful and once left mamma when she was little at the local grocery store. Mamma says that my morfar was the nicest person in the world and she loved him very much. I am looking forward to hearing more stories about him. My aunt Andy sent mamma an email suggesting that he is now my very special guardian angel and I would like to think he is, and if I listen carefully I can hear him play his trumpet for me as I go to sleep every night.
Kommentarer
Postat av: Mormor Caroline
Grandad is in heaven, smiling at you Harriet, and looking after you, every second the rest of your life.
Grandmom
Postat av: Caroline Moom
Den bästa morfar som fanns.
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