Grandpa reads to us.
It’s been 5 years.

I miss my daddy.

I miss listening to him read to my kids.

It makes me sad to know that my sisters’ kids will never know him.

But I know he’s in a better place.  I know he can finally see.

I know I will see him again someday.

I still miss him though.

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