I remember how firmly he'd grasp your arm as you went to hug him hello or goodbye, landing a smacker of a kiss on either cheek. Once, when I was very little, I felt his stubble as he kissed my cheek and I turned to Mum and said, 'Mummy, Bampa is spiky!' Bampa roared with laughter and from then on, he would shave before every time I saw him and say, 'Bampa's not spiky today!'