September 26th 2006. I phoned you today, at work, to tell you that Grandpa had died. You came home immediately and came to Thorpe Hall. I can still see you, from where I was standing across the room; the curtains were drawn around his bed but open enough for me to see you sitting in the chair by the side of his bed, weeping uncontrolably and openly. I know how much you loved him and how much the two of you shared; he loved you too, more than anything or anyone else or everyone and everything else in the whole world put together and you repaid that in spades. Be grateful for such love, in both directions. You were such a strength for me then.