Thank you for sharing your family.

My mother lost her father when she was four. She had few stories of him, but the few she had kept me imagining of the grandfather he would have been too.

The stories gave me comfort.

I smile when my father says yes to playing games with my daughters.

I know they remember.

Thank you for writing.

Thank you for being you.

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