It’s strange yet comforting that I got this prompt from the #blogganuary writing challenge because 41 years ago today, my grandpa Joe passed away. He died the year before I was born. I would love to travel back in time to meet him and hug him.
There was never a moment in my childhood when I felt like I didn’t know him because every time I entered my Granny’s house, I would see a picture of my grandparents on the wall.
My Granny Ruth was also the best at telling stories about my grandpa. I miss those days of sitting in her kitchen and asking her for the millionth time to tell me the story of how they met.
Granny was a widow for 25 years before she passed away. I’m convinced that they are both watching over me right now
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