So today as I was driving, I saw an old man carrying a black briefcase just like one that my grandpa used to carry around and, for some reason, I got really homesick for my grandpa. He has been gone now for a while, but I still have my moments where I really miss him. He was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but he was a good man. I can still hear him like it was yesterday saying, "Here she is, Ms. America," every time me or my sister or any of my girl cousins entered the room, even if I had just woken up and did not look beautiful at all.
Anyway, he carried that briefcase around like a woman carries a purse around. I never saw him without it. It made me chuckle to think about it and then I spent a couple minutes reminiscing. So I thought I would write a blog tribute to him.
After all one of the greatest accomplishments of his life was bringing my dad into the world!
1 comment:
Way to make me cry. Just the other day we were just wishing we could pick up the phone and ask for his advice. thank goodness for eternity. I love you miss America, i know it is not the same but you are. Hugs, mom
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