my story involves my wonderful grandad (grandfather)
it was christmas eve 1993, i was only about 8 years old. i was very close to my grandad and i am still very close to my nan (grandmother) anyways, my grandad had been sick for a long while, he was bed ridden and didn't have alot of strength. i spent all day with him on christmas eve, i sat on his bed and we watched "chitty chitty bang bang" and i fed him some white chocolate buttons! (i remember it like it was yesterday) i was telling him how excited i was about christmas and couldn't wait to wake up in the morning and see what santa had brought, we played christmas carols and my family were in and out all day checking how he was. for some reason i wouldn't leave his side, usually i would sit with him a while and then go and play with my cousins but for some reason, today was different, i wanted to stay with him. that christmas eve night my mum told me it was time to go home, i said to my grandad "i hope it snows tomorrow" his answer "it will, i'll make sure it does"
that was the last time i spoke to my grandad, he passed away on christmas morning. sure enough, it did snow. strange really because it hadn't snowed on christmas morning in years and years.