A Matter of Life and Death

Well, I just returned from jolly ol' England on Wednesday after attending the end of life and funeral of my poor ol' Grandad.

He was 82.

- My Grandad was an RAF pilot in WW2.
- He flew Spitfires and Hurricanes in the Battle of Burma.
- He told the greatest stories about those years, even if they weren't fully true.
- He lived through TB and losing a lung that almost killed him during the war at age 21.
- My Grandma and Grandad moved to Canada in 1981 and lived here for 20 years before deciding to go back to live in Harvington, England in 2002.
- He taught me how to ride a bike, build a campfire, shoot a gun and various other useful things in life.
- He made me love aircraft and flying... so therefore made me who I am today.

I miss him and I had so much respect.



All in all, it was possibly the longest, strangest week and a half of my life.

-----> England is definitely for the English.....Hopefully it is the final moments of Tony Blair.... My Family puts the FUNK in Disfunctional.... It is amazing how much money a last minute trip to the other side of the world actually costs....I love Tesco Sandwiches, Old Peculiar, and Sainsbury Curries....

****And what the Fuck is so special about the Arctic Monkeys?....****



But despite all that, Cheers to you JFD... We can all only hope to have such a brilliant and full life.
You had a profound effect on me and I will remember you forever for that.

xoxoxox Connie

I had your last pint of Guinness for you Grandad. ;)