This will be my first Christmas without my Grandad. All 33 before it he's been there. This is probably the only place on the Internet I feel I can post this, because in a way I guess it has no place being posted anywhere - but I also want to share it, not because I particularly think it can help anyone, but so it can cause a moment of reflection this time of year. To remember the impact and memory of those who are gone, and to renew the love and appreciation for those whom remain.

And thus as I wish you all a Merry Christmas, I leave you all with the words I spoke on the day we gathered to say our final goodbyes.