I’m in the motherland of Birmingham for a few days. Earlier my Aunty phoned my mum and as I was there the phone was handed over to me. Whilst talking to her she mentioned that she’d been thinking about the family as it was her son’s ruby (40) wedding anniversary. I don’t remember the wedding as I was 2 days away from my first birthday BUT what I do know is that at this wedding I took my first steps with my grandad.

I never really knew my grandad, as he died 6 months later, but I love that at such a special point in my life he was there, holding my hand and supporting me.

This isn’t a memory, but is something I’ve been told. We may not always be paying attention or remember how our journeys start but they always start with a step and how good if those steps have additional support.

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