William Brash Malcolm, more simply known as Pa, died suddenly today. Grayson and I only saw him 5 days ago. Pa chased G around the back yard and looked the best he has looked for quite a while, thus today's news came as quite a shock. No more "round and round the gardens", no more triple kisses goodbye and no more hearing people tell him to slow down.
Pa always said he had no regrets about his life, and felt he had lived it to its fullest. Every Saturday night, he and Nan would go out to their local club, share a bottle of wine, play some poker machines and end up coming home later than their children (or grandchildren for that matter). Every day was a day to be lived and enjoyed.
His attitude towards life is one of the best memories I will have of him. I hope that I can live life a bit more by his rules, and pass this on to Grayson as he gets older.
Godspeed Pa. We love you.
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