We will never get over the loss of dear Sam, the only thing now is to cling to our memories. Just one of so many wonderful times we had with him. A day at Southend with all the five grand kids, Sam was about four years old, after collecting in a brown paper bag stones off the beach, Grandad had to take him to the toilet for a wee, he weed on the bag and the stones finished up on the floor and in the p----till, he insisted on picking them up while about a dozen men was waiting to pee. everybody was laughing except, guess who, grandad. Sam was lovely lad.