One year on. Grandaddy, this morning I stood and did my first whole school assembly. I channelled all the advice you have given me and the nerves were quietened down. There is not a day that goes past we do not think of you, small things I see each day remind me of you. Driving to see Granny on Saturday the old mans beard had been highlighted by the frost and stood out against the dark colours of the verges and then this morning the cobwebs were so frosty that it looked like someone had been playing with string in the oddest of places. Thank you for everything you gave me, everything you taught me and for making me the woman I am. xx