I should have looked at the date this morning before I posted my earlier entry. Today would have been my paternal grandfather’s 112th birthday. Obviously, if I hadn’t lost him when I was 8 years old, well, we probably wouldn’t be celebrating this day together in life either way. But he was my mentor. My inspiration. My hero in so many ways. It was he who fostered my love of writing, being a writer himself. Some of my earliest memories are of watching my Poppop banging away at his manual typewriter. A little over 8 years (I was almost 9 when he passed) is definitely NOT enough time together.
I love you, Poppop!
May God bless you & keep you!