It's very difficult to find the right words to leave here. It's devastating that you are gone, but you will forever remain in my heart. Even as time goes on, and I attempt to process your death, in no way does it ever get easier. It's been just over a month now, and a couple of weeks since your final send off. The tears do keep coming everyday, especially as I start to remember all the memories we had. We had a lot, we both had the pleasure and privilege to be as close as we were. We did everything together, and you always had my back. You we're there for me, and so many others when we had no one behind us. You saved so many from doing down hill, and helped many more continue going upwards. You were always proud of everyone's achievements, and you'd always have a smile baring from cheek to cheek. You left your mark on so many peoples lives, those who were just colleagues, partners, friends, strangers, childhood buddies, and last but not least, family. The way you held your head up high, casted onto many of us to do the same. The morals and values that you shared with us, and even some old habits, will always be with us. I gained my sense of family value and pride from you, along with many different interests. Such as a common interest in music, and using it to express ourselves. Especially listening to music before going for a much loved, but long walk somewhere in nature. And although, metaphorically, the road we have travelled and walked down has come to an end for you. I will continue the journey, carrying you within my heart, along with the other losses I have faced. I know you're looking down on all of us, extremely proud. And for that, I thank you. Although we all had to say goodbye to you, that goodbye wasn't a forever goodbye. It was a simply a see you later goodbye. Which we will do, we will see you again. One day, when we have finished walking our own paths, you'll be at the end waiting there for us. I love and miss you so much Grandad, but this is farewell until we meet again.