My Grandpa fought in the second world war, he served at Montgomery in the western desert, with the Cape Town Highlands. My Grandpa met his beautiful soul-mate, Irish lass, Margaret Greenlees in Cape Town. Fate played a huge part in him meeting his Queen. When I say fate played a huge part, I say this because Granny was never meant to end up in South Africa. When Granny was a little girl, her dad left Belfast on a ship to go to Australia. His plan was for him, his wife and two daughters to start their new life in Australia. Fate had a different idea. Fate decided that the ship would dock in Cape Town. My Gran’s dad was completely taken by the beauty of Cape Town and he telegraphed his wife to tell her to bring the girls and come to Cape Town and that is how Granny landed up in South Africa. Grandpa married his Irish beauty; Madge and they began their life together. They had four children, My dad (Neville), Alwyn, Gary and their only daughter, Wendy. My Grandpa was a man, filled with character. He wrote and sang a song for each of his children, recorded on a tape which we now have on a CD.
My Grandpa worked very hard all his life and made a great life for his family. Granny was a house wife and her dedication to her husband and family was unmatched. She was a true lady in every sense of the word and she stood at Grandpa’s side all his days. Grandpa started gradually losing his eye site. I remember him explaining to me when I was a little girl that he could see me, but only in the form of a shadow.
I spent a lot of time with my Grandpa, we had an incredible bond. I would sit on his lap for hours and insist on sleeping over at their house. Grandpa had been incredibly proud of his children and his grandchildren were dearly loved by him. He knew us all by our voices and would ask Granny to explain what we were wearing and how we had grown. He was absolutely besotted with each one of us and would carefully watch how we were growing, through his hands.
I remember my Granny bought him a watch that he could push a button and it would tell him the time in a lady’s voice. The amount that he took in just by listening was incredible. He was always ahead on all of the facts and everything that was going on in our lives. Every moment he had with us, was deeply appreciated by him and the air was filled with a peace and love when we entered a room where he was sitting.
My Grandpa had a great love and appreciation for the Irish heritage of his wife and his love for her was one of a kind. The bond that they shared was something that was appreciated by everyone who met them and obvious to all that their love was true.
Every time I walked into the house I would run up to my Grandpa and he would put his hand on my head and see how much I had grown. There is no way of explaining what happened when his hand touched me. There was a love that was passed through his hand to me. It was an incredible thing, I could feel his love for me through his touch. Energy is transferred through the hands as we know from reiki, healing through touch by energy transfer. But I know what I felt was love. Chatting to my cousin recently, he said he felt it too and remembers the love that he felt through my Grandpa’s hands and touch.
We could not see the love he had for us through his eyes, but we could feel it through his touch. What an incredible experience we had, feeling the love he had for us from his caring touch. So deep was the touch of his love that we remember it so well and smile as we share the memory of it.
Recently I saw a friend who did some work on my back. In his words, “energy can be transferred from one person to another. When we are in harmony, we call it love.” I know without a doubt at all that what I felt through Grandpa’s touch was love. A pure, intense affection that I have only ever felt from him.
Grandpa died when I was 19 on the 1st of April, leaving a massive void but a family blessed to have shared a life with the astonishing man that was Richard(Dickie) Roberts.
My Granny cried as she told me the words that he had told her before he died: “I can’t be a burden on you anymore my Madge”. She had told me that he had never been a burden, though he was blind and that she would have chosen to keep him by her side if she had the choice.
In Grandpa’s death I found the most extraordinary bond with the stunning woman that was my Granny. The night that my Grandpa left us, I slept next to my Granny and what followed was years of an intimate, profound connection between my Granny and me.
I was extremely fortunate to share such a deep bond with my Granny and the hours and hours of conversation was invaluable. No amount of money could have bought the stories of her childhood and life that she shared with me. We shared many a giggle and many a tear.
I know that my Grandpa would have been filled with pride and joy to see the affection which grew between me and my Granny with his passing. I was blessed by the touch of love from my Grandpa, the lasting memory of how his unfathomable love was felt, the undeniable comfort when he touched my head, my hand, my heart. And the blessing of the extinguished relationship that grew between his beautiful queen and his granddaughter who had always been the apple of his eye/ear.
Memories live forever, and the Monarch and Queen of the family will always be remembered for the sterling people that they were and how blessed we are to have had at the head of our family.