He was a funny old man who visited regularly after Nanny passed away. I remember coming home after school and having the nicest chats with him. He had this way of making everything going wrong in my life seem so insignificant. Gags cleared my head, helped me come back to reality and think of solutions to all my troubles. He was the sort of grandfather who you kept nothing from, boy troubles, school problems, you name it and he knew. You might think this is a weird thing I had going on with Gags, but I loved being able to tell someone so important in my life everything without having to be embarrassed. When he visited my parents set him one small task, or project he liked to call it. He rebuilt our open fire, made a bike rack etc. One task I remember quite well was when he made this corner of the garden. Gags planted ferns, put fountains, rocks, pebbles, a huge Chinese lantern and a gorgeous statue of a gargoyle in. It took him weeks and was the best part of the garden in our back yard. If Gags wasn't visiting and I had a problem, I would just look out into the garden, and although my problem wasn't solved it cleared my head and made me think of the important things in life. When Gags died I could barely look into the garden, I would get a huge lump in my throat, my eyes would swell up with tears and I had to turn away. Although I miss him greatly, I am thankful that I took the time in getting to know him, and I know that our little chats meant a lot to him. I think it gave him a sense of purpose, helping me out made him feel needed or something. Now when I look the garden I am reminded of the good times and the little garden does clear my head still. On my mum's side of the family, we have Mama and Papa. They are both too fit for their age. Although they can act loving at times and are heavily involved in the church, don't quite fit my description of the ideal grandparents. They live at the beach and Papa goes swimming every morning promptly at 6 (even in winter!).