My grandfather was always a constant, calming, positive influence over me.
Being ill at five, he told me "Your body will fight harder now".
Moving schools at eight, he told me " You'll make new friends now".
Having my bike stolen at twelve, he told me " You'll appreciate your things so much more now".
Getting punched at sixteen, he told me " You'll have more sense now".
On his final day at twenty-four, he told me "For every Ying, there's a Yang".
Nine months later, his last words of wisdom finally made sense, as I held, my Yang.