It is extremely difficult to begin to articulate how I feel about my Grandfather, my most wonderful, radiant, precious 'Grandpod', in a way that does him justice. We were extremely close, and I have always assumed that our relationship was typical of a Grandfather- Granddaughter, but the more I think about our bond we shared, I am coming to realise it wasn't quite ordinary- it was completely extraordinary, in fact. When spending time with him it was impossible to not smile and laugh. The warmth in his cuddles, kisses and presence was unmatched; we often lingered in hugs longer than typical just because we both relished them so much, especially when seeing each other for the first time in a while. I can hear him now saying in my ear 'my favourite singing, dancing, Granddaughter' as we embraced. I will forever remember the joy, fun, adventure and zest for life he so easily oozed everywhere he went as well as his love for people, patience, gentleness, positivity and cheer. His passing will inevitably leave a huge gap in my life, one that will be irreplaceable, yet I can't help but smile as I remember him and that is what is so beautifully paradoxical about my Grandfather.