Yesterday, I had a sense he was leaving, that it was time, and that the business of life meant he had to go … however hard his leaving might be for those not ready to follow.
We had a brief conversation last night. I told him I loved him. He said nighty-night – the same way he has said goodnight to me for as long as I can remember.
I am left with a vision of a twinkly smile and a feeling of being loved. It is enough.
To honour my Grandfather, the life he lived, and the love he gave me, I am posting a link to a blog I wrote four years ago: http://curlygirlcapers.typepad.com/blog/2011/05/west-point-reunion.html.
I hope you enjoy it.
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