G is for grandad.

My grandfather, on my dad's side, Jeffery Bebbington, left us for his last fishing trip last night. He's gone to be with his beloved wife, Kathleen. He hadn't been well for a while, though it was still a bit sudden and a shock. He was ready and at peace, and he'd told my dad that his Kath was waiting for him. I suspect that he'd never really thought that grandma was going to leave first, and he missed her terribly. It's such a trite thing, but it rings true just now, he's at peace. As my dad's friend said, where he's gone, the weather is always good and the fish are always biting. I think he'd like that.