A photograph of my maternal grandfather stares at me as I type this out.
My idea of him is completely constructed by the stories I have heard from the people who knew him, worked with him, were related to him. Till now there has never been a harsh word said. I don't think there ever will be.
My mother says that in a few ways I'm a lot like him.
I wonder how different my life would have been had I met him.
1 comment:
ditto here.. Haven't met the grandpa, but have grown up on his stories..
He seemed to be a majestic and well loved man from what I have heard of him.
Always wished I'd have met him. Mother says he would have loved to have met me too :)
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