Time is a funny thing.
In 1915, in a small terraced house in Liverpool a baby was born to a loving family. He spent the first days of his life with the bottom draw of his mothers chest of drawers as his crib, you see he was born premature and his family we not quite ready for his arrival. In fact people were not even sure he would survive, but survive he did.
Over the years he grew into a man full of honor and integrity, he followed in his fathers footsteps and with a lot of hard work became a metal worker producing a fine body of work over the years. From the worlds largest lead window box (a source of great amusement to him) which still runs around the Peter Jones store in London to work on the QE2 casino, beds, jewelry boxes etc. You name it he built it.
He met, during the war, a wonderful woman. Who he married and spent 50 wonderful years with. Like most people he had his hardships through life, burying his father, mother and lastly his brother along the way. All through his life though he carried his head high and acted with the same grace and humility as he had been born with.
This man was warm, loving, kind and with an open mind for the ever changing world, he had no dislike of race, colour, religion or lifestyle and would debate life with anyone who would challenge him. Over the years he had seen many things and been to many places, but all these things must come to an end.

On the 8th March 2005 he died. Leaving behind a loving wife, a loving daughter and a loving grandson.

I can only hope that when I die I will be half the man he was, because he was Hubert Paul Roberts, he was my grandfather and this is for him.


- posted by J @ 22:28