A Life Well Lived is such a great post, looking back and appreciating the life of a grandfather!
It’s been many years since my grandfather died, but today is his birthday, so I suppose it’s only natural that I should find myself thinking about him. He was a small man with a gentle, unassuming manner, and unlike the rest of my family, he wasn’t much of a talker. He lived, worked, and raised his family in the same neighborhood he was born in, practicing dentistry for forty-eight years in an office that was across the street from the house he lived in as a child.
At family gatherings he could usually be found in the kitchen, seated at the table with the grandkids, drawing, playing games, or showing us how to make rows of little soldiers with his manual typewriter. He was infinitely patient with us, and always encouraging. If I couldn’t think of something to draw, he would simply look at my blank, white piece of paper…
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