It’s the anniversary of my Bamp’s death today. This was one of his favourite songs.
I was only six when he died. I was there when it happened, and I remember that day so well. I am so lucky that I got to spend that last night and morning with him. A week later we were due to move to Malaysia. It was a very strange and confusing time for a six year old Sam.
I miss him, all of my memories of him are happy, he was a fun, kind, smiling man and I know that he would be proud of the person that I have become. I wish he was still here.
