I noticed Precious would eat most things, he hardly looked at it before it went into his mouth, as he threw it quickly down his neck.
If there was something black in the cereals that didn‘t resemble cereal, he would pull it out from the box and eat it saying ‘’If it’s in there, it’s edible.’’
He never slept with Nan. I’m not sure what happened there, but they both had their own separate bedrooms, trapped in their era.
They grew apart more and more over the years and he began to spend all his days outside in one of the sheds; he’d built himself two: One of the sheds was to brew beer in and the other for recreational purposes (drinking the beer).
When we used to visit, we’d go and see Nan in the house first, then see Precious in his shed on the way out. Nan would ask about Precious and he would ask about Nan. They did speak to each other, but it wasn’t often; I would be able to remember the way they called each other by their first names if they had, but I don’t. That’s pretty sad.
Precious used buy things we didn’t like and always offered us some. Then he would sit there with a big grin on his face when we refused, as he said ‘’All the more for Granddad!’’
Nan was different, she used to buy the things we liked and could never get enough of them for us.
I loved them both equally, I didn’t notice anything unusual when I was a child. There was no unpleasantness and there didn’t appear to be any unhappiness in the house. I used to think Precious had his funny little ways, but he was funny, he always made us laugh.
His bed had three mattresses and six pillows, it dipped in the middle when he laid on it. I just thought that Nan would prefer a flat bed, never once did I think they had issues.
Precious started to become withdrawn later on, he withdrew from his sheds, moved back into the warmth of the house but he also started to withdraw from Christmas. Every year he would say ‘’I want to spend my last Christmas at home.’’
Ten years later he still wouldn’t join in the festivities and he got his wish.
I miss inviting him here for Christmas, eating leftovers with him, sharing a beer, a hug, simple things...his funny little ways.
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