Ross Kalin: 21 August 1925 – 27 October 2012

He was the best flirt I've ever known, and my grandfather. From him I inherited a boundless and unnatural love of sugar, a habit of saying cheeky things just this side of offensive, and learnt that when someone adores you, in the end you can do no real lasting wrong.

And his pout. I definitely inherited his pout.

Rest in peace, you old brat. I wouldn't be me without you, and I'll never be the same now I've lost you.

4 thoughts on “Ross Kalin: 21 August 1925 – 27 October 2012

  1. *hugs* It's hard to lose someone so very loved. (I find it disconcerting that your grandfather was younger than my father .)

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