holding on to the memories

Some of you know that my grandpa passed away December 2009, just a few short weeks before my son was born… my grandpa’s first grandchild. I think of him a lot. Day to day there are passing things that make me think of him for a short while–the certain way I say or hear a word, classical music on the radio, the moon in the sky, even my son’s blue eyes. My grandpa was the kindest person I’ve ever known… he always had a smile for you and he was the type of person

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