Grandparents are the gift of the Lord.
For me, Christmas is a time to think of the people I never had the opportunity to get to know.
To any grandchildren out there, appreciate your grandparents and learn from their wisdom; I never knew mine as my grandmother died when I was only three, and a few years later we moved away from our family in Yorkshire when my father got a job in Bristol.
The next news I had of my grandfather was that he died when I was 16, as I was at college at the time I was unable to say my goodbye to a man I admired, even if I didn't have the opportunity to know him.
When my mother died four years ago, I came into possession of some old family photographs, and for the first time in over 50 years I saw the face of my grandmother; she died when I was only three, so I had no recollection of seeing her alive.