Percy Patrick Geddes, my grandfather, died five years ago, almost precisely as I write this. I think of him often. I carry his surname as my middle name, and claim membership in Clan Gordon rather than Clan Davidson to honour his lineage on my mother’s side. I see his influence in the best parts of who I am today.
Five years ago, I was newly on the road, starting my travels. I wrote about this then:
In the first minutes of All Saints Day my grandfather, Percy Patrick Geddes,
passed away.
He´s one of the reasons I´m travelling. Growing up, it seemed to me that he´d been everywhere there was to go. He and my grandmother Felice drove all over New Zealand, all over Europe, to so many places. I was always finding out about more places he had seen and I´m sure there are plenty more that I still don´t know about. He loved to travel.
He was a great grandfather and a great friend and a great role model. I guess I idolised him without even realising it. He did living the way it was meant to be done.