The memories I have of grandad is his big welcoming face when he would come downstairs to see me and the boys and say it’s nice to see you always ask how my day has been then he would go back upstairs and come down with a little photo frame or gift that he had or a little car toy for Jayce the joy on his face was one of the best memories also my other memory of grandad was our Sunday trips to antique place in Wokingham that we started to do last year because he wanted to teach me about antiques and I really wanted to learn what he enjoyed doing most could someone put it into better words for me please