This page is a letter that I wrote on my way home to tell my grandad about my day and about and how I feel. This body of text has been typed up word for word as I wrote it on the bus home from Ilkley.
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Today I went to Ilkley, I went to have a day a piece and Remember why I love my grandad. I don’t really know why I am writing this. Maybe It’s because i feel that I don’t really have anyone to talk to. I know I have my nana. But she has enough on her plate with the cooking and cleaning in the house. I feel that I can best express my feelings for my grandad by writing them down on a piece of paper. I just feel that my memory of my day is best written down on a piece of paper that can be kept forever. Anyway my day was amazing because …
When I first arrived in Ilkley I looked at the road I had to walk up and thought ‘ohh emm gee’ :L. However I knew that it would be worth the trek. When I got there I started to scatter little notes of how I felt and memories of my grandad. I did this because I think it is a nice idea no matter how pathetic other people may see it. However after I scattered the first set of notes I then moved on. Earlier I had written a letter. I then had a cig and drank the can of monster that i had bought earlier, Whilst I read out the letter very quietly to myself. Once I had finished reading the letter I then soaked it in a puddle. Then I began my walk back. However I did not get very far before I stopped as I saw some climbers and I was so amazed at how high they where on the rock face. Let me tell you they have balls. I would not even do that. It looked scary and I was on the floor, lol. But after I watched for a while I then carried on my walk (dai jar voi) It was not long before I stopped again as I saw a bench. I sat on this bench and drank my can of monster. I then wrote another not e saying ’ I love you’ and then you used the quarter full can to hold the paper down. I left it there for my grandad to see. Just like I did with all the notes/letter I wrote. Then I moved on from this bench. I wrote another note and wedged it in a fence.
Again I don’t know why I am writing this I just t the moral of this letter is to show just how much I miss my grandad. To be fair I doubt anyone but myself will ever read this. But if they do I’m sorry for my hand writing. In all fairness I was on a bus. Also just in case somehow my grandad ever sees this letter I just want him to know I miss him. I hope he is as priud of me as I am to be his grandson …
Dear Grandad …
Thankyou for being my saviour …
Thankyou for being you …
Thankyou for the memories …
I’m sorry for the bad things I have done in my life …
- Love Michael
” Live In the present ”
Dont worry about the future.
Remember the past …
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I hope You enjoyed this, I know it’s ‘soppy’ and ‘pathetic’ but it’s the best way I can express my feelings without feeling like a burdan on someone’s sholder.
P.s I miss you, and you was the closest thing I have ever had to a father. Thankyou :’/
