Childhood memories

Whenever I see these wild daisies, I am reminded of my grandfather. 
He used to take us to see the planes take off and land at Heathrow, parking in a lay-by , which always seemed to have these daisies  growing wild by the roadside. 
He sadly died when I was 11, and we got to live with my grandma, as we bought a house so that she could come and live with us. 
Although I have few memories of my grandfather, growing up through my teens with my grandma alongside me is something I remember with great fondness.