To Remember.
Continue ReadingWrote this when I was thinking of my old grand-pa, May his soul RIP!
Continue ReadingThis 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!
Continue ReadingVisiting grandpa is really cool!
Continue ReadingI am blessed to have a family that is there for me no matter what! I Love you guys!
Continue ReadingI 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.
Continue ReadingWhen 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.
Continue ReadingIn 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.
Continue ReadingThis is about my Grandpa David who my mom didn’t want use around him to much,
Continue ReadingI was in the centre of the world.
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