My Grandad is my hero. He’s everything to me. When I think about him, I think about God. I know we’re all flawed, and he is too, but he had characteristics that I connected with another land. He had that superhero type aura around him. He was a man of his word, he was always on time, he came and got me any time of day, He was the anchor in my life, providing the consistency that every child needs. I remember he would wake up and cook us porridge, he gave us the last change he had in his wallet. That’s the kind of man he was.