for getting the chance to realize, at my grampa's wake tonight, how little i knew about him. because he talked so little about himself, it's only now that i can get a more complete picture of the man my grandfather was. who knew he'd considered becoming a florist? or that he played the guitar?
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for the huge, yellow, just-waning full moon floating in the sky as we drove home. perfect.
or those amazing wood carvings because seriously? Who knew....
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this! I learned a lot about my grandfather when he died.
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