
Yesterday I said goodbye to one of the greatest men I have ever known. To a (step)grandfather that made a very young me, not only more than comfortable, but a part of his family, and provided me, as he did everyone – young or old, with a lifetime of memories.
He truly lived a life so full, the average man would battle to achieve half of what he did. An ‘A’ student, first team rugby captain and club captain, entrepreneur, President of the Master Builders Association, President, Life Member and Patron of Hamiltons Rugby Club, President of Camps Bay Bowling Club, Trustee of Robertson House – a fund that was set up for disabled troops, councillor for Camps Bay, member of the City Council, warden of St Peter’s Church.
Those were the things he did, his contribution to the public, but above and beyond that, he was a family man. One of four kids, father to three children, grandfather to eight, great grandfather to two. He was the life of the party and a true child at heart. My memories of Halloween, Guy Fawkes, birthdays, christmas, easter, all of these occasions, as far back as I can remember, are dominated by Grandjack – the man that made them better, in ways only he could. Magic tricks, songs, stories, gimmicks, presents, gint boxes of fireworks, the list is endless.
I regret not spending more time with him, and now I’ll have no more.
Rest in peace Grandjack.
Dan