I can remember my grandads voice and smell believe it or not. He used to look after me everyday from school until my parents returned... I remember going into town with him and he would spoil me
He was so caring and loving and I was at my true happiness with him, I didn't know about death, suicide, drugs, porn, war, hate, gangs, terrorists. I had no worry a in the world, no drama just contentness
Something changed the day he died, my last memory of him was him in the nursing home. He was ill very ill and even with him being ill he told me and Andrew to go to his desk near his bed and get a packet of sweets for us....
He's my hero,
I love you grandad.
Rest in peace
Richard Joseph Perry
1923-2000
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