Grand Slam
When Wales won the Grand Slam last month.

I was there and there were actually a lot of Welsh men crying that day. For as long as I can remember my grandad would tell me how "he was there" when Wales beat France 16-7 in Cardiff to win our last Grand Slam in 1978. Every time we'd watch a game together he'd tell me how it had made grown men cry with joy. He'd been slowly dying for the last few years so wasn't well enough to attend games anymore but I always used to watch the matches on TV with him, even passing up ticket opportunities to be with him. You've never seen anyone get so much joy from a rugby game as my grandad. In the last couple of seasons when Wales have been absolutely woeful he would say "I'd love to see us win one more title before I go". I think he was half joking but I used to get a lump in my throat every time he'd say it. He died at new year and it was mercifully quick. He just went to sleep and never woke up again. When the final whistle went at the stadium I just burst into tears, looked up at the beautiful sunny sky and said "I hope you're watching, Granch".

I miss him.
(R. Jimlad twitter.com/sirmarkymark, Thu 14 Apr 2005, 13:26, Reply)