On 18th November 2025, our grandfather Francis Green Snr died peacefully surrounded by his loved ones at Morriston Hospital.

To us, he was never simply a grandfather – that’s why every one of us call him “Dad”. He was at the heart of our family and endless cherished memories.

Dad adored us and felt everything we felt. If we were happy, he lit up and if we were hurting, he hurt too. He’d laugh with us, cry with us, and always shield us, even when we weren’t exactly in the right. As his son, Francis Jnr, used to joke, Dad (and Mam!) could have watched us commit a crime and still find a way to argue our corner.

He taught us to be warm, open and kind. He didn’t hide his feelings or play things down — something quite rare for a man of his generation. If you turned up in tears, he’d hold your hand, comfort you, and shed a few tears of his own because he cared that deeply.

Being one of his grandchildren was an undoubted privilege. We were loved without limits. None of us ever heard the word “no”. We never carried anything on our own, because if you had a problem, he treated it as something you faced together. A dab of Germolene and a cwtch from Dad could solve most crises when we were small. And no matter how old we got, nothing compared to hearing him say “love you much” or “love you a million pounds and twenty five pence”.

He was also Dad to three great-grandchildren who he loved fiercely and equally as he loved us. Sadly, he wont meet his fourth great grandchild due in January, but we’ll make sure they always knew who their Dad was and how much he’d have loved them.

Importantly, Dad was a doting and loving husband to our grandmother, Mam. Like with us, there wasn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do for her and he’d miss her terribly even if she went away for a night. Their love for each other was genuine and the kind of love we’ve always hoped to find and hold on to in our own lives.

So many small things will stay with us: the way he greeted us at the door with a kiss, a hug and that warm smile that reached his eyes; the way he’d fuss over coats and scarves; the way he waited outside until we drove off before heading back in. These were simple gestures, but they were a manifestation of the unconditional and constant love he had from the time we were babies right up to adults.

Dad lived through hard times as one of seven children growing up during and after the war. Those years shaped his generosity and his sense of justice. He spent more than forty years as a steelworker and was a proud trade unionist who stood shoulder to shoulder with his workmates. His Catholic faith guided him throughout his life, and he tried every day to treat others with dignity and fairness.

We’re raising money for Tŷ Olwen in his memory. As another example of his compassion, Dad donated to them regularly because he couldn’t bear to see children suffer on the television or anywhere else. We know he’d be grateful for your donations too.

Our earth angel has become our guardian angel now. And we know, without doubt, that we’ll be the most protected grandchildren on earth.

Good night, god bless and thank you for being our Dad. We’ll miss you more than you’ll ever know.

Stacey, Kayleigh, Jamie, Katie, Carly, Summer, Ralph and Sasha x