Sometimes I just remember time spent together.
The memory is always good.
In my mind's eye I see him on the back porch.
Blue pants and shirt, sitting in the old red chair, legs crossed, hat on, hand against his cheek...dozing in the afternoon sun.
That memory is real.
Happy birthday Gran.
Wish you were here...
2 comments:
We think he'd be very happy with our outside clean today! Wish he were here to enjoy it with us!!
😭 I think every single one of us will always miss him. He was just that good.
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