So, I'm a bit late with this one because it is now the sixth of May, but the fifth, the fifth is my grandad's birthday. He was eighty-five years old, well, yesterday!
I just have to write a blog because although he'll never see this, unless I show him which is unlikely, the world is a better place with him in it so I suppose I had to mark the day.
If I wrote all of things I love about my grandad I think I'd be here forever. He is without a doubt my best friend. I would do absolutely anything to make him happy and I wish there were words bigger than 'thank you' and bigger than 'I love you' because they'll never be enough.
Happy birthday, grandad. <3