A generation lost...

Today is not really a day that I can write away, letting the mood take me away to whimsical heights. You see, my Grandfather died today. He lives in Belfast, Northern Ireland, whereas I live in Melbourne, Australia, so I can't say that I knew him too well. We did get on well whenever we did see each other though, and it is sad that he is gone. He had the Leukaemia, and had been fighting it for a short time. But I guess it all catches up with you, and each fishing trip is just a step towards bagging your last trout. Goddamnit, though. Goddamnit...

Goodbye Grandfather Singleton. It was a long run and I love you. :o(

William John.