Griffith High School
Before my Dad was born, my Pop had a really bad motorbike accident. He was travelling down a street when a car failed to give way and t-boned him, causing his leg to break in several places and in need of a skin graft.
A result of the accident was that he had to be on crutches for a year, and somehow learnt to run on them. Later on in life he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. In about 2007-2008, he had his stomach surgically removed, which got rid of most of the cancer.
In 2011, he was again diagnosed with cancer, but this time it was in his throat. Unfortunately, he passed away on Monday 12 March 2012, aged 81.
His six-year battle with cancer isn’t the only reason I am proud to call him my grandfather. It is mainly his way of life that I am proud of.
When Pop had his accident, he changed his hobby from motorbikes to budgie (bird) breeding. The birds he bred were of the best quality, which earned him the respect of celebrities such as Don Burke (Burke’s Backyard) and Dr Harry (Better Homes and Gardens).
However, the thing that Pop loved most was his family. No matter what time, where he was, or what the weather was like, he would drop everything to help his family. Whether it was as simple as needing an extra set of hands, to looking after us at one in the morning when Mum was in Hospital, he was there, ready to help.
No matter what happens in the future, I am pretty sure that the saddest thing I ever do will have been carrying him to his final resting place and watching him being lowered six feet into the ground. My Pop was one of the best people I ever knew, and I am always going to miss him.
RIP Alan Graham “Sandy” Stacy.