Literature
Granddad Sam Ponders
Granddad Sam sat at his writing desk, with all his notebooks neatly piled up, and thought what I am going to do? It had been six months since Nell had passed away and Sam still felt raw.
Either Steph or Lyndsay would pop over most days to make sure all was well, and Miska would call in on his way home. Ah Miska, such a deep fellow as the Northern Accord folks were, stoic but with a hidden stream of good humour and good sense that they would only share with their close friends.
Between Steph and Miska they had raised up a daughter anyone could be proud of, it was such a cruel stroke of fate that Lyndsay was their only child. Granddad Sam gave a deep sigh as he replayed the events leading up to Lyndsay's traumatic birth.
Of course Nell's death had hit Lyndsay hard too. He smiled bitterly as he remembered the
eleven year old girl asking him if he was going to die too? Not today he replied everyone dies, but not all at once. And not because someone else did. And then they comforted
