When I was six years old, my parents hosted Christmas at our pack and all of our family members travelled from their territories to come and see us for the holidays, even my great uncle Damien and auntie Lucy came all the way from Sicily just to see us.
On this particular Christmas, my great-grandpa Charlie was acting so miserable and moody and he had an attitude over the stupidest and littlest things.
He was such a grumpy grouch that I made a joke saying we should call him grampy instead of gramps because he was acting so grumpy, it was just a joke and I never expected it to stick but it did and we've been calling him it ever since.
I always thought my gramps would live forever because he always had this zest for life which kept him feeling and acting young, he's also said that apart f
