Mary Gearon, 26, from Liverpool
Sitting in the pub with a pint of Coke in hand, I bubbled the drink through my straw.
‘Thank you, Grandad,’ I smiled, chuffed that I had a sugary, adult-like beverage.
At just nine, during the summer holidays, me and my brother Ryan, now 30, would join my dad and grandad at the pub to watch the footie.
Dressed in our Celtic football gear, we loved spending time in the pub with them all.
Despite my mum Dierdre, now 49, and dad splitting up just months before, I made sure to visit my dad and grandad as much as possible.
Loving drama at school, I’d get involved in everything I could, wanting to be a part of every show.
So, cheering like a hooligan at the footie was like second nature to me.
It was nice to spend time with him
One day, after playing at the park with my friends, I thought I’d stop in the