Saturday, November 18, 2023
I remember being little and going over to visit grandma and grandpa in the evening. I always loved to visit and see their dog. Some nights we would go downstairs, grandpa would throw the ball against the wall and the dog would go crazy and fly across the room. He kept a secret stash of dried pears that his mom made on the windowsill. They were always in a milk bag tied with a copper wire. If you knew grandpa well, this wouldn’t surprise you. He would share a few and tell us funny stories of when he was little or things that happened in the day to day. Of all the fun trips and adventures we went on, these smaller, seemingly insignificant moments are the ones that I’ll remember most. To a life well lived!
