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Fishing. Sitting on the porch watching the yard grow. Breaking into random snatches of bluegrass music. Repurposed carpentry. Fishing. That grin that tells you what he just said was funny, so go ahead and laugh. The unmistakeable odor of coffee and cigarettes. A grip that felt like it could bend steel girders. Blue eyes that looked on any of us with a smile. These are what I remember of my Grandpa, who left us today. I refuse to grieve (he wrote through his tears), for he had a long, good life. I am instead sad for us, for the ones who can no longer enjoy his life with him.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 00:30:16 +0000

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