This time of year, I
think about my grandfather. If still
with us, he would now be tilling his garden and tending to starts in the warmth
of his front porch. In my mind, my
grandfather did not fade away. Instead,
he walked directly into dawning light from his summer garden.
Posted today is a picture
of a picture copied from a picture of my grandfather. Though three times removed from the garden
light…he is still there.
--Mitchell
George Hegman
Grandfathers are precious. My paternal grandfather gave me my first plane ride in the 1960s.
ReplyDeleteMy grandfather and grandmother raised me for the age of twelve.
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