“Grandpa.” Oh, how I miss him, for his memory and faithful legacy are at the root of all that I am.
When I was five, I remember watching the 1984 Summer Olympics and being fascinated by the gymnastics event on the rings. It was Grandpa who encouraged my athleticism and put up a pair of rings on a tree in his backyard where I could play, and pretend I was an Olympian. And there are so many other things I remember about him...
On a hot day he always had change for the coke machine at the chu...
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