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True Story© We Miss The Old Man, Happy Birthday!
Warning : you will not receive a humorous story this week. This day means something bigger to me than the previous 25 Thursdays (and one bonus Tuesday) have. I'll be back next week. (This had to have been taken about 1980-1981ish. If you don't know which one I am, tough) Starting in 2006, every year on or around February 23 rd I do my best to visit the cemetery. I clear the grass and dust off his headstone (he would put a foot in my ass for buying flowers just to leave them), I sit down Indian-style next to it and I talk. I don’t expect a response, but I talk. I talk about life, about how things are going and what irons I might happen to have in whatever fire at a given time. And I cry... It seems that in the time between my visits, something more of the lessons he idly told us coming up has revealed itself as truth. So I thank him. We lost my granddad on July 9 th , 2004… It was a Friday, which is a WILDLY horrible time to ha