The last few years of Grandpa’s life were the first few years of mine. Not literally speaking, as I was already a decade old when he came to live with us in the beach house I had grown up in. Before his arrival my days were spent like any other boy. Eating anything I could get my hands on, playing with toys I’d soon outgrow, sitting in front of the tele…
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