A break from the drama of life to breathe deeply, read closely, and live fully
His back cracks, His laugh His rough hands and sliversHis soft hands in FloridaHim and Granny "making out" in front of me just to make me cringe. (Now I wish he was still here just so he COULD do that)His hugs against his big, loving chest. The fright of hearing his big booming voice when you know you've done something wrong. I miss him :'''(
I only pray that someday I can make a fraction of the impact that you write about when you speak of him. Wish I could have known him better. We're still praying for you all.
Yesterday Susan said to me, "One day when I was at Granny and Poppy's and I asked Poppy for a drink cause I was thirsty, he said, 'you want some pickle juice?' He was eating pickles."It was a memory that made us all smile.
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