Itās been a while since Iāve written blog post from a personal point of view. For the past few months, Iāve focused on sharing other peopleās stories and the many ways we cope with difficult situations.
One thing Iāve found very recently is that I didnāt really know how to cope with grief. I realised this when my grandfather sadly passed away on the 10th of February. I felt lost and didnāt really know what to say or feel. If anything I felt rather annoyed with myself for not being upset.
Everyone else in the immediate family cried but I just couldnāt and after a period of reflection I came to a conclusion which made a lot of sense. Through this period I did a lot of reminiscing and found the answers I was looking for as well as remembering the great man as Iāve always known as āGranshā.
A few years ago, I came across a saying which really stood out to me. It said, āa grandparent is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher and a little bit best friend.ā It stood out to me as it reminded me just how much I appreciated the man Iām writing this blog post about.
Since I can remember, heās always been my favourite person. The prospect of having him for company was so exciting and even it was just sitting in his living room, you knew youād either laugh or just feel grateful for being there.
Every weekend Iād get excited to go and see him. As a child Iād be extra happy because heād always have a pack of Wertherās Originals by the side of his chair and cans of Tango in his fridge. As I got older, it would be the little things which would stand out in order to make me love and respect him even more.
He was never short of a story or two. He grew up in a village called Penrhiwceiber in a very tight knit family with his brother and his parents. He played football from a young age, inspired by my great grandfather George who was a professional footballer pre, during and post war for many clubs including Bristol Rovers and Nottingham Forest.
Gransh spent part of his upbringing on the move with a stint in Nottingham whilst his father played for Forest. His love for football grew as the years went on, even to the point where he was taken on as an apprentice for now Premier League team West Bromwich Albion. The part of this story that stands out is that due to homesickness he ended up doing a runner and never went back!
He went on to play Welsh League football where he told me so many stories about the games he played, the goals he scored and the friends he made along the way. He went on holidays to Devon, a trend which followed through the generations to even myself as itās become a second home to my family over the years.
He also made so many memories whilst being a pub landlord including his time running a pub in my home village. So many people have come to me over the years saying how much they enjoyed his time there and also how much they respected him. From what he told me, you could tell he really loved that period of his life.
He was a true people person and would help anyone out if they needed it. However you dare not cross him or anyone he cared about. If you got on the wrong side of him, it would be the equivalent of making an enemy of a mafia boss. He would tell it like it is and if you were asking for it he wouldnāt be afraid to physically stand up for himself or those he cared about either.
That was the way it was back then. Gransh was what I suppose you could describe as a āmanās manā. He was a provider and a true family man. Something which he picked up from his father and has since been passed down to mine. He loved his family more than anything, including my grandmother or Nan as we called her. She sadly passed away when I was two and I really resent not having any memories of her apart from the stories passed on to me by family members.
One of my favourite things to do was to go to his bungalow and watch football with him on a Sunday. He could literally sit in his chair all day watching sport whether it was football, rugby, snooker or cricket. He even travelled abroad to places like Sri Lanka to watch cricket as thatās how much he loved sport.
He had his competitive side to other sports aside from football. He was a keen darts and skittles player but itās fair to say his signature sport post retirement was most definitely bowls. Heād spend hours upon hours on the greens with the dear friends he had in his local bowls club. He was well liked and respected up there so much that he even became President at one point.
Gransh even tried to get me involved at a young age. I gave it a try but in the end it wasnāt for me. Like many things, I didnāt inherit his sporting prowess but after my Nan passed away, the bowls club was his sanctuary when he wasnāt in the house on his own. He had some really incredible friends up there as well as some great memories on the now legendary trips they used to take to Dublin.
He used to come along with me and my dad to watch Wales playing international football games in Cardiff and it was like having my own personal pundit and encyclopaedia of football with me.
Heād tell me stories of the great Welsh players of the past like John Charles, John Toshack, Ivor Allchurch and Cliff Jones. Iād be enthralled by his tales and memories of years gone by and he loved the fact I was excited and entertained by the modern players. He knew it wasnāt just a hobby to me as he felt exactly the same.
His storytelling was top tier. It didnāt matter how many times I heard his stories, I just hung on his every word. Like I said previously, you could see the joy and love in his eyes talking about the good times he spent with his family.
He was proud of his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. We all loved him back and I can honestly say he is, was and forever will be my favourite person and my hero.
Sadly like many people in the UK, my Gransh starting developing symptoms of what was later diagnosed as dementia. Over 850,000 people in the UK are currently known to have this illness and after the age of 65, the likelihood of developing dementia roughly doubles every five years.
When he was diagnosed, it broke me and more so my dad really struggled. He works 12 hour shifts most days as a carer in assisted living and heād spend his days off making sure Gransh was ok. Granshās condition worsened pretty quickly. He was always well dressed and apart from his trademark sideburns heād always be clean shaven.
Due to his illness getting the better of him, he grew a long beard and his physical wellbeing was also a risk. He had a couple of falls at home which resulted in a few stays at hospital. It eventually got to the point where the best thing for him was to have round the clock care and he was moved into a home.
That really hit us hard. Every time I saw him it broke me. I cried so many times because it shocked me how different he looked. Dementia as an illness is a growing challenge as itās one of the most important health and care issues facing the world. It is estimated that one in three people will care for a person with dementia in their lifetime. Over half of these are employed and the staff at the care home Gransh was in were incredible.
He still had moments where he was charming the staff or wowing us with his usual wit, but then heād get confused and wonder why he was there instead of being at home. To see someone so full of life and character like my Gransh go through something like this was heartbreaking to see.
Like many people, I went through a lot of emotions. At first I was angry as I tried finding someone or something to blame for all of this. It was all happening around the time I was really struggling with my mental health and like I did a lot back then, I bottled up how I was feeling. It manifested itself in a negative way as Iād break down crying when I was on my own.
I just couldnāt understand how something so cruel could effect someone I love and as I came to terms with my own illness, I read up on dementia and understood more about it. By doing that, I realised just how incredible the carers at the home was and how grateful I was for everything they were doing for him.
The care system is the UK is seriously underfunded but what those men and women did goes well beyond their pay grade, especially in the times weāre in due to the COVID-19 pandemic. Night and day they made sure he was cared for and he really was in the best place for him. It still broke me to see him in the way he was despite the glimpses of the Gransh I knew still being there.
He only met my fiancĆ©e a couple of times but when he did, he told me that she was too pretty for me but then winked and said ājust kidding, youāve got a handsome boy thereā. That made the world to me as those glimpses of who Gransh was in front of my fiancĆ©e gave her chance to see why he was my hero.
As upset as I was to see him go through this horrible and cruel illness, it also broke me seeing my dad struggle. Itās fair to say my dad definitely has an old school approach when it comes to his emotions. Thereās only been a few times where Iāve seen him cry and Iām glad in this instance that he didnāt bottle it up. Itās better to let it out instead of suppressing those feelings.
Everything he did for Gransh these last few years was proof to how much he loved his father. Iām so proud to call him my dad and if I go on to be half the man he and Gransh are then I know Iāve done alright in life. He always says Gransh brought him up the right way and heās done likewise with me.
Thereās a picture of the three of us on a family holiday to Devon which was taken back when I was about 14 and I always think back to that as a visual definition of how close we were.
As time went on, Granshās condition deteriorated even further. He passed away in the early hours on the 10th of February and until his last day he was cared for by fantastic staff at the care home. They really made the last period of his life as comfortable as they could have and in the past year theyāve gone through the most unreal of challenges with COVID.
A few days after his passing, I wrote a post on their Facebook group thanking them for everything that theyāve done. I canāt really put into words just how much I respect anyone in that line of work. The challenges they face must be challenging on so may levels but they really are incredible and underrated for everything they do.
I really hate saying this, but itās true to say that it was a blessing for Gransh. Thatās no way for anyone to live and I wouldnāt wish that illness on my worst enemy. When I was told, it was in the middle of the night and for a few hours I just lay there trying to process it. It wasnāt until later on that day I realised I hadnāt cried.
When I eventually confided in my fiancĆ©e and my parents about this, they helped me realise that it hadnāt really hit me yet, despite the fact that we knew it was coming.
I felt a bit frustrated with myself as everyone else showed emotion and although I didnāt bottle it up, I couldnāt cry. Why was this happening? He was in my thoughts constantly so why wasnāt I upset?
For a period I was isolating myself by staying in my room and was overthinking everything. I was getting more frustrated as I knew I wasnāt suppressing any feelings. In the end something clicked in my head as to why I was feeling this way.
Turns out I was upset and although I was grieving, I was dealing with it in my own way. Whilst my Dad was having a cry along with my Mam, sister and other family members, I cried so much in the latter part of his life that when he did pass away, it really was a blessing for him.
He wasnāt suffering anymore and thatās what was most important for him. He didnāt deserve that and I knew going forward I had to remember the Gransh I knew and loved.
For the time leading to his funeral, we reminisced so much. So many stories and memories were shared. We laughed and I know thatās Gransh would have wanted. Going forward Iāll tell those stories to anyone who wants to hear them.
Anything from him mishearing me asking if he fancied going on the Pirate Ship in Brixham, but instead he thought I was asking if he wanted pie and chips minutes after weād had a three course meal. Also, where he noticed Iād just bought a CD and told me to put it on in his car. Itās fair to say it was the first and last time Gransh ever listened to My Chemical Romance!
I have family which Iām close to who live in Derby and I spoke to my Auntie on the phone a couple of days before his funeral. We both agreed that he would have made a brilliant after dinner speaker as he could entertain anyone with his wit or storytelling. He did everything for his family and if it was up to him, his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren could do or be anything they wanted to be.
The day of his funeral wasnāt the sendoff that Gransh deserved. Due to the pandemic it was only family allowed and we couldnāt even have a proper service due to social distancing and other regulations.
We were briefly allowed in the chapel of rest and it was there that it really hit me. The size of his coffin really shocked me due to the weight heād lost due to his illness. I didnāt really say anything as I just stood there and stared at the coffin.
Whilst I was doing that, I focused on the memories and the mental image I had of Gransh as I knew him at his best. People deal with grief in different ways. Similar to me, my sister didnāt say much either, we just stayed quiet whilst other family members talked about Gransh.
I was also overthinking another important aspect of the day as my Dad asked me to be a bearer to carry the coffin. At first I didnāt know what to think or say as Iād never thought Iād be asked to do something like that.
When I thought about it, typical of me I thought āwhat if I mess up?ā and I donāt have a clue what to do. My Mam and Dad quickly reassured me as the gentlemen from the Funeral Directors were there to talk me through it and if I struggled they could take incase it got too much for me.
It never got to that point as the main thought which stayed with me was that this is how I could really show Gransh how much I love him. This was how much I respected him and what he meant to me. It was an honour to do this and although it was a very hard thing to do, Iād have done anything for him and I got through it for Gransh.
On the way to the cemetery so many people came out to pay respects. People stood near the pub he had for many years in my home village. Some of his friends from the bowls club stood near the club in their ties and blazers and as well as the family members who attended, it really was touching to see just how many people loved and respected him.
Hopefully down the line when restrictions are eased, we can arrange a proper tribute to him where we can have a drink or two in his honour. It was mentioned a few times that weād have had had a good drinking session that day if it was possible.
Gransh loved a pint and could drink like the best of them. Sadly I donāt think his drinking prowess has passed down to me either but Iāll try my best when the occasion presents itself!
He will live on in mine and my familyās memory forever. If Iām ever lucky to become a father, Iāll tell my kids all about Gransh and all the amazing things he did. Even that he was the first person I ever swore at when I was 3 years old. Because he wouldnāt let me sit in his car, I called him a bastard and his reaction was a mixture of shock and laughter. He didnāt know whether to give me a row or laugh his head off but thatās the type of man he was.
I miss him every day. Little things remind me of him whether itās his love of Al Jolson, the āMatch of the Dayā theme song, Nottingham Forest, bowls or seeing a Dai cap as that was his signature hat. He owned hundreds of those and when I was a kid I used to make him laugh by wearing them backwards.
The picture Iām sharing as the cover for this blog post is pretty much my favourite one of him and is Gransh personified. For Christmas a few years ago, me and my sister had a cushion made for him personalised with the message āReserved For Granshaā. He absolutely loved it and used it to make his comfy chair even more comfortable.
He even took it with him to hospital visits, the home and it was with him when he was laid to rest next to my Nan. I like to think that after all these years theyāre back together and although I donāt have any memories of Nan that are my own, from what my Mam, Dad and other family members tell me, they were inseparable and loved each other very much.
Going forward heās inspiring me to be a better person. He was proud of the family he raised as is my Dad. I want to raise a family based on the morals he has passed down and like I said before, if I go on to be half the man he was, I know Iāve done well in life.
I want to pay tribute to him in a special way whilst also raising money for a very dear charity to me and the family which is Dementia UK. The organisation supports funding for carers which help those whoāre effected by Dementia as well as offering support and guidance to the families. I did raise money in honour of Gransh back on New Years Eve in 2019. I took part in the Nos Galan race and completed it.
He couldnāt believe it when I showed him my medal. At first he thought I won it but when he realised what I did, he was so proud and like many times before, it made cry. I donāt know what Iām going to do, but whatever it is, I hope I can make him proud.
Ok Iāve shared some information on Dementia and Dementia UK at the bottom of the post. Hopefully with the research and fundraising thatās going into helping those with those cruel illness, hopefully one day it can be defeated. The carers, homes and organisations need more help to carry on their incredible work. Without them my Gransh wouldnāt have had the care and comfort he had in his last couple of years.
Me and my family are forever grateful to everyone as Ysguborwen Care Home. Their dedication to the residents definitely doesnāt go unnoticed and full respect goes to every single staff member who works there.
Thank you to everyone whoās read this post. Itās probably the most personal and in depth piece Iāve written since the early days of the blog and this is my tribute to my hero, my Gransh, the one and only Desmond Henry Crisp.
Love you Gransh,
Josh š¤
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