He was the best. He loved sports, a hard day's work, a good steak, a cold beer, hugs, books, oldies, celebrations, dogs, yard work, UVA, his family, and quiet nights in his den with some fiction, a good t.v. show and the buzz of his life all around him.
It sounds like a cliche. It is a cliche, but I miss him every single day of my life and I cannot comprehend why it has to be that my kids' memories of their grandfather will be made mostly through stories and photographs and imagination.
Luz, Pop and Chlo-zee-bee (probably circa 2007), making a memory:
3 comments:
Awwww Julie, this is such a sweet picture. xo
Not even aware that it was 3 years yesterday, I thought about him all day yesterday. Love to you
love you! and of course miss him too... everyday.
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