My Grandfather

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.

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~Chris

3 thoughts on “My Grandfather

  1. I’m so sorry about your loss. I lost my Grandfather, Papa, on Christmas Eve 2009 and miss him terribly. He, too, was a storyteller and had the deepest love for life. What a beautiful picture you posted. Your nephew is so lucky to have been able to know him and spend time with him. My heart goes out to you and your family. You will always carry amazing memories of your Poppy with you throughout the rest of your life.