My dad was a master storyteller. All who knew him can attest to that. We remembered his birthday just one month ago today. I miss his smile, his eyes, and especially the times spent listening to his uplifting stories and wise counsel. Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder.
Though our separation is relatively brief, it has been acute. Our family members and friends buoy us up during hard times. Letters from home always have that affect on me. Like letters from a family member or friend, Grandpa's journal does that for me, as well.
So instead of sharing thoughts of my own with you in this post, my message today are the comforting words of Grandpa.
Enjoy below his recently-found journal entries:
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