When I was little my great grandfather used to love playing with me...my mom was his 'wee one' even as an adult. I became his 'little lad' and he often told everyone as I was growing that he wanted to live long enough to see me in school. Well he did... I started school Sept 6th that year and he died Sept 24th.
My great gran is still in my life , she's 86, but has started to slow down and recently has been unwell. She now says she'd like to see me graduate so she can tell g.grampa all about it.
I kept thinking about how quickly time flies by while your not looking...one day I'm starting school, then click, its almost over. I miss my g.grampa and his playing and his pet names for me like 'footermiskite' . He had a warm Irish accent and every now & then I'll hear one that is close & reminds me of him.
This post with my grad pic is for him.
