Missing My Dziadziu

My grand pop on East St; my maternal grandpop, left for heaven 48 years ago, he passed on a week before my eldest brother ‘s wedding.

It’s a shame: he was the greatest guy. Loving, kind, gentle…even would let me count the freckles on his thinning hairline.

Miss sitting with you out back in the yard .Will love you forever.


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Sixty two year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

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