My grandfather was such a special man. From the moment he set foot onto this earth, he devoted everything within his reach to the people surrounding him. That's why until the end of his long journey, he had so many people caring for him. On days like these, I think about how lucky we all have been to have him for this long. There was a 50/50 chance of survival when Trevor at the age of 16 shot his hand up volunteering to walk in front of the tanks in Italy. His job was to check for mines. The tanks would only follow if Trevor made it. Sadly his other companion, walking on the right side of the road did not live. That could have been our Trevor. There is so many stories like these. Trevor chose life though, and thats what brought him on such a long, enjoyable journey. I hope where ever you are now you are safe and happy. You are gone but never ever forgotten. I will think of you everyday. I love you so so so much. xxxxxxxxxx