Friday 25th Jan: TGF escaping school at 12 to go spend the weekend away...for free!
Thurs 24th Jan: TGF productive days where you can cross off the list lots of nasty jobs that you were putting off...and putting off...and...
Wed 23rd Jan: TGF not spending fifty quid in London to find out that We will rock you is rubbish.....and as a Queen fan it really pains me to say that.
Tues 22nd Jan: TGF friends prayers that see you through tough times. TGF the wooden cross I held in the service and Grandad's magnets he got in a cracker that kept me distracted at the social thing after.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
name....
Sunday 20th Jan: On the wall in the prayer space at Hope Hamilton church....
Thank God for who you are
Thank God for who you are
Friday, January 04, 2008
Grandad Fox
Friday 4th Jan: TGF my Grandad. He died today. He just couldn't fight to breathe anymore. He was great. He taught me much and I had a lot to learn from him. He taught me to take care over the things you make and that some things take a long time to complete. I need to learn from him to never complain..however much it hurts or how bad I feel. It must have been so hard for him, yet all we ever heard him say was "Just a minute" as he caught his breath.
I am proud to have been his grand-daughter. I got my taste for Guinness from him, and we both wear woolly hats indoors, to my mother's amusement. I hope I made him proud.
He was a craftsman. He carved wood. He was amazing. I wish that he could have seen my pictures, and told me more about his work, about the squirrel that was his trademark. I have always treasured the cross he made me. So simple for a man of his skill, but so perfectly made, with the same care that went into a claw and ball leg or the cover for a font.
My Grandad was always happy and always offered me a sweet. I still have some here on my desk, that he made me take the last time I saw him. TGF the last Christmas we had together, and that I got to say "see ya Grandad" one last time.
I am proud to have been his grand-daughter. I got my taste for Guinness from him, and we both wear woolly hats indoors, to my mother's amusement. I hope I made him proud.
He was a craftsman. He carved wood. He was amazing. I wish that he could have seen my pictures, and told me more about his work, about the squirrel that was his trademark. I have always treasured the cross he made me. So simple for a man of his skill, but so perfectly made, with the same care that went into a claw and ball leg or the cover for a font.
My Grandad was always happy and always offered me a sweet. I still have some here on my desk, that he made me take the last time I saw him. TGF the last Christmas we had together, and that I got to say "see ya Grandad" one last time.
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