Even though Grandad wasn’t my grandad by blood, he was every bit a part of my family.
I called him Grandad because that’s exactly what he was to me—someone who cared, guided, and loved me as if i were his own. He had a way of making everyone feel welcome, like they belonged. His door, like his heart, was always open.
Grandad was full of quiet wisdom and gentle humor. He listened without judgment, and gave advice that stayed with you. Whether it was a story from his past, a helping hand when we needed one, or just a kind word at the right moment—he gave so much, simply by being himself.
We are going to miss him deeply. But more than that, we’re grateful—for the time we had, the memories we made, and the love he showed us. He may not have shared my last name, but he’ll always be a part of my family.
Thank you, Grandad. We’ll carry you with us, always. Thank you, Arthur.
Rajvir Bains
27/06/2025
