April 1st, 2020
Good afternoon Grandpa,
I got home from my one allocated walk of the day about an hour ago. I went up the hill behind the house me, Mum and Michael live in, up to the moors. With my hands behind my back like Bampa I wandered, stopping occasionally to check out the view or to compose a photo or to reply to a message on my phone. I think I favoured the climb since I wanted to try and shorten the distance to you, up on the hills I felt somewhat closer to you. Especially with the distance between the two of us being infinite. It almost feels like fate, once I finally returned to a tarmac road, I looked to my right to read the street sign, Lee Lane. You left six years before I arrived, and I’ve been told on many occasions how well we would have gotten on but, we are family after all.
I have been alive for 20 years and never once written to you, I think a catch up is well overdue. I am in the final few months of University studying photography but, graduation has been held back due to this virus pandemic.
I have been to Warsaw to see Auntie Liz and Uncle George three times so far, everyone is in good health apart from Uncle George, he’s not as mobile as he once was but, as always he’s in good spirits, unfortunately he doesn’t speak any English and I don’t speak any Polish, we get by on nods and gestures like pointing.
Paul, Dorothy and Bartek are also doing well, often meeting us at the airport whenever we arrive in Poland and there is rarely a dry eye when we come home back to England but, Auntie Liz always insists that it will only be, “until next time” so it never really feels like a goodbye. On every visit we have been to the Uprising Museum and after seeing what Warsaw looked like during the war, I understand why you decided to leave and not return.
Nana, Bampa and Abi are also well, I go see them as often as I can, at least once or twice a week. Me and Nana have been routing through old family albums and scrapbooks so I can get a sense of what you look like and who you are. You loved your dogs and your plants, didn’t you? You definitely passed that down to Nana.
Nana still keeps fuchsias and when I was younger, I would pop them open just like Mum did to yours. Bampa’s working on an old MG, or the boat as we call it since its not been off its jacks in a few years.
As for Uncle Pete, he lives with Dan over in Northwich with Olive and Riley. We see them as often as we can, usually at Nanas for a family tea or special occasion like Christmas or a birthday.
I will be 21 in 4 months’ time, the distance between the two of us will again grow by another year. I will keep questioning Nana about you.
Hope you are well.
Your Great Grandson,