Off to Pennsylvania. Come Valentine's Day, that is. Finally I will see those people I miss so much. See where they live, figure out the geography of the place, look the University over, talk and hug and celebrate and such.
I'd like to be taking something of the grandfather those little boys never knew. But no. Only whatever of him rubbed off on me and stuck. I suppose he is mentioned from time to time in their home. Pretty sure.
It's for certain sure he loves them, as I do.
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Ann likes this.
And I wish you could have heard Johnny explaining to me how much he likes to be with grandma Carol.
Two thumbs up.
This, too, is poetry. :)
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