Wednesday, May 23, 2012
I remember sliding on my socked feet in the basement, past deer heads and wooden ducks and playing for hours at the bar. I remember Christmas' where that basement was covered in wrapping paper and gifts, where the table upstairs was plentiful with food and cookies, and where Grandpa sat in his lazyboy watching tv, as though he didn't take all day to prepare for the people whose faces were displayed in the frames above. Rest in peace Grandpa. xoxo Jessica
