During our recent trip to Canada, we went to visit Grandpa's grave. Some wheat adorns his grave, waiting for the grave stone to arrive. This is so appropriate, seeing that Grandpa was a farmer all his life. I miss Grandpa dearly, but love all of the memories that I have of him.
Monday, October 3, 2011
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I love the wheat. Seems just right.
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