I spent this afternoon with my poppa - my dad's dad. It was absolutely fantastic - I think he's one of the best people I know, a real patriarch to the family, and an all-round amazing person. I'd been wanting to find out more about the life of this man I admire so much, and it was just magical. I had shivers when he said he felt like 'king of the world' once he'd bought a tractor; building a house, he thought, 'yes, this is me'; talking about being a missionary in Ethiopia, he said he 'learnt about fear'.
Sometimes, I had to hold back tears which were welling up.
the colour of my love for you
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