TRUE-LIFE
Rachel Fealey, 30, Merthyr Tydfil
Grampa slid the batteries into my new Tamagotchi, and my eyes lit up as it burst into life.
‘See how long you can keep him alive,’ he smiled.
It was Christmas Day 2006.
My parents Karen, then 41, and Mike, 43, were busy in the kitchen while Grampa Ron Fealey, then 64, played with me, 13, and my brother Adam, 17.
Grampa came over every Christmas mid-morning.
Helped us put our new toys together.
Then the tradition was to wander to the cemetery to lay a wreath for our grandma Mary, known as Mayo.
Mayo had died of cancer two years earlier.
Grampa always shed tears as he laid the wreath against her headstone.
