Cultureshock

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My greatest love is my family, cheesy perhaps but true none the less, faith i have always found much more difficult to express. At school and beyond i studied science in various forms which was all about proof, is only a theory if you can prove it, which seems to be at odd with faith. All this reflection made me think of my Grampa, he inspired a life long love of books which i now share with my own children. He's lots of fun and encouraged me and my sister to do things that my mum disapproved of, nothing serious, just eating strawberries before they were washed and singing rhymes like harry went to hampsted. He always struggled to remember my name and after reciting every other female name in the family finally settled on a nickname, which actually made me feel special, in fact the nickname stuck and everyone called me telle until in my early teens i decided it wasn't very grown up and demanded that everyone used my real name. Not that grampa ever did, I'm not even sure he knew what it was, now only my big sister calls me telle so all of her emails remind me of him. Most importantly, my grampa always believed in me and i was late learning to read, hopeless at sport and frankly unremarkable at school following a very bright elder sister, my parents and teachers wondered what gone wrong. But grampa always said, leave her be, she'll get there in her own time. Eventually i found my path, it wasn't lack of ability, just lack of interest, finished my education, found a good job, married a good man and had two beautiful children. My grampa died in my first year of university and he wasn't at my graduation but i felt his spirit smiling and saying see, told you so. I wish he met my husband, i think he would have like him and i no he would have adored our girls.  My granddad had no evidence to support his theory that i would turn out okay, but sometimes all you need is a little faith.