Today, three years ago my Grandpa died. He had a full life and will live on in the memories of those who loved him.
January 16, 2011
I just wanted you to know I was thinking of you today. I can’t believe it’s been three years, though I imagine it feels twice as long for you. A dear friend came by today and brought me a daffodil plant—can you believe the coincidence? And before the day was out it bloomed. I took that to mean Grandpa is thriving in heaven. I wonder who’s cutting the designer names off his trousers? I bet he misses you like mad—for things other than your mending prowess of course. I’m sending extra love your way, to hold you over until your reunion (which personally, I am in no hurry for).