Unintentional, but lovely
A few weeks ago, I spent the night at my nanna's house, as she lives a few hours away from the family, and has lived on her own since my grampy died.
It was a slightly boring but pleasant evening, with my nan crying after a few whiskeys and telling me about a few photo albums of her "favourite people" that no one else knew about.
Well, when she went to bed, I decided to hunt for them, and I found them.

Now, before I carry on, I have to tell you that my grampy had MS. I knew him for 12 years, and I never saw him out of bed, never saw him wear anything other than his pyjamas, never saw him feed himself. Nurses had to come to the house everyday and turn him in his bed so he didn't get sores, had to help him go to the toilet and wash. If he needed something when you were out of the room, he had to whistle, because he couldn't talk above a whisper.
He was a wonderful man, never said a cruel word against anyone, and the thing I remember most is how he laughed when I tickled his feet.

One of the photo albums was full of pictures of old black and white photos of my grampy before he got ill, when he was in the navy. They were like film stills. He was absolutely gorgeous. He looked like a hero, a movie star, and I cried silently because I was so proud and happy that I was loved by such a wonderful person.

I never told my nanna about finding it, because I knew it would upset her too much, but I'm so happy that she told me about that photo album, because I have so many more lovely memories of a lovely man.
(reducedfatLOLcat, Thu 2 Oct 2008, 18:41, 3 replies)

You're the only person I've ever seen
apart from my family, with a "grampy".

My grampy died 18 years ago, and my Grandma has gone too now. But before she died she gave me one of Grampy's jumpers, and a pair of his pyjamas which are one of my most treasured possessions.
( warmfuzzies Isn't here, Thu 2 Oct 2008, 22:01, closed)

I was going to say
I thought I was alone in having a 'Grampy'. Aww beautiful post.
(Mrs Ballunatic counting calories, not votes., Fri 3 Oct 2008, 10:22, closed)

*click*
I have an ace photo of my grandfather - I'd much rather remember him when he was active, wry, funny and caring than in the last couple of months of his life as the last stages of cancer and drip-fed morphine robbed him of any remaining dignity.
( sanityclause is waiting until, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 0:02, closed)