Those we love don’t go away,
They walk beside us every day,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
Dear Aunty Kathleen and family, thinking of you all
today with love.
My sweet Dad grew up on a farm with his brother Johnny and sister Doris. Dad loved telling the story about when him and brother Johnny begged Grandpa for a guitar. A neighbour was going to give them lessons for free. For months they hounded him till finally Grandpa gave in. Knowing Grandpa, it wasn’t a new guitar, probably made some kind of horse trade for it, LOL. Well, weeks went by and Grandpa kept asking “how’s those lessons going?”. Of course the boys assured him, “very well, we’re learning lots”. After a month or so of veiled assurance from the boys, Grandpa told them, “you bring that guitar home tomorrow, I want to hear how well you are doing”. Now this was a major problem since they had sold it weeks ago and already spent the money Apparently, Grandpa had inadvertently taught them about trading and bartering a little too well and sadly but unavoidably, punishments followed.
His daughter Sherri has written a very moving piece at her Blog today. It’s so brave and honest, you can link to it here at Smackiland. Love you Sher!