Grump was a man of few words, but his actions said everything. He was always building, fixing, and tinkering away — never still for long. Whether it was cars, caravans, trailers, or something he (or nan) decided needed improving around the house, he always had a project on the go.
I’ll always be grateful to Grump and Nan for giving us such a special place at Berrara. Those weekends by the beach with my friends are some of my best memories — simple, relaxed, and full of the quiet kind of happiness that sticks with you for life.
I wish I could have been around more toward the end, and that I could be there today. But living so far away and being in Japan at the moment meant it just wasnt possible. But it brings me comfort knowing Grump is back with Nan now, and I’m grateful for the memories they gave us.
Love you and nan always, Kyle, Shasti, Nevaeh, Brooklyn.
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