To Remember.

Wrote this when I was thinking of my old grand-pa, May his soul RIP!

This story was written with tears in my eyes as memories, even some forgotten it seemed, poured from inside. Grandpa’s farm and vacationing with my brother there gave happiness to my childhood that otherwise seems blurred, if not gone. I had been on Facebook a while when I had an invitation to play FarmVille. What great fun and now I can play a game where I can pretend to play on my Grandpa’s farm once again!

Visiting grandpa is really cool!

I am blessed to have a family that is there for me no matter what! I Love you guys!

I wrote this after my grandpa passed away as a way of remembering he’s not really gone, as long as I keep him in my heart.

When my grandpa was coming to the end of his years he wasn’t the same. Alzheimers ate away at his brain and he sometimes couldn’t even recognize me. It tore me up, but I’m glad he is in a better place now.

In memory of a grandpa who is revered and honored by a granddaughter from afar. An irony of two generations sharing a common passion for words but had been unable to articulate them to each other.

This is about my Grandpa David who my mom didn’t want use around him to much,

I was in the centre of the world.