My grandfather, Poppy, died yesterday. I don’t have the heart for a big post today. But I’d like to tell you a little bit about him. He had a full, incredible life. He lived to be 96 years old and had enough personality for 10 men. He was a fisherman, a storyteller, a grand lover of life. He celebrated at least one of his 90-something birthdays in the pub.
Below, a photo of my nephew, his great-grandson, visiting him in Newfoundland last summer.