Howard Norton, finally caught behind for 92

We talk about 'a good innings', and Granpa's time out in the middle was definitely one for the life equivalent of Wisden. I shan't extend the metaphor too far (I may have done so already), but suffice with the announcement that Granpa (my father's father) died a week ago in hospital. I was lucky to have seen him several times during his final week, though he wasn't on top form and didn't seem to be enjoying life so much any more. For this reason, I think it was probably a relief to him and he was ready to go. His wife, my Grandma, died in March, and though he seemed to be coping OK at first on his own, in the last couple of months his health worsened dramatically. He was a great crossword man, which automatically makes him a great man in my book, and he was very witty. He was still sharp earlier this year, and showed glimpses of his humour even in the last week. He used to ring me regularly in hospital, too, for a little chat when I was first ill. This is him in March (he's the one on the left):
Farewell to Granpa. We'll miss him, but I'm sure he's somewhere nice.