Our kids never met my grandfather, "Gramps." He died when I was only seventeen. He was one of my favorite people in the whole world, quiet and patient and so loving to all of his crazy grandchildren.
One night, shortly before Christmas, we received a surprise package in the mail from my dad. Enclosed was Gramps' World War II hat. We had such fun remembering Gramps and talking about him—and sporting that great piece of family history. A treasure.
How I wish Joe and the kids could have met Gramps. They would have loved him.
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| Andrew in Gramps' hat. |
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| William in Gramps' hat. |
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| Lucia in Gramps' hat. |
