Tonight, as we were putting the kids to bed, there was a thunderstorm. Rob and I lay with them in their dark rooms watching the lightning. Rachel and I were in David's room when I heard Helen say to Rob, "If there was a shooting star I would wish that Grandad wasn't sick any more."
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Made me cry, again. I have sent copies of this page to friends and family and will take a print to show Grandad. Love you all.
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