I love you Gramps, the memories we made fill my heart with joy. Teaching me how to fish, remembering the first fish I caught, and standing up almost turning the boat over. At 13 you gave me a 16 gauge shotgun, and we went to the levees to practice. I shot a duck out of season, you were pretty cool about that. Laughing when I shot at dragonflies. I will always remember you throwing trash cans into the trunk and heading to the levy bottoms for driving lessons. You picked up more cans on parallel parking practice.
Gramps didn’t hear this song, he didn’t know Carrie Underwood. He would rather listen to Buck Owens or George Jones, old-time country. This song touched me deeply, I can’t listen to it without crying.
I’ll see you soon. I know this is my temporary home.
Melinda
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I was blessed by both of my grandparents. They didn’t take my trauma away but they taught me life lessons that gave me confidence and later seek out a therapist. :)
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Cheers to these special memories!
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Thank you. Hope your life is filled with many good memories too.
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🥲Such a precious tribute honoring and thanking your Gramps. You’ve written about him before-how special he was. Beautiful post.
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Thank you, have a great day.
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love the hand colored photo
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That’s the color of the original photo, they processed them so differently. Up close it looks like gramps has blush on.
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Wow. OK
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Military grade.
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