My Grandfather died 1963, just a few months before I was born. We never met, but I know him well. His pictures were everywhere in our home and my Grandmother talked about him a lot. She made sure that he was present, even though he wasn’t around.
My Grandfather died 1963, just a few months before I was born. We never met, but I know him well. His pictures were everywhere in our home and my Grandmother talked about him a lot. She made sure that he was present, even though he wasn’t around.