These are my Mom’s words:
I was weeks old before your Grandpa knew I was born, safe and sound. He found out in a letter. It was the only way my parents could communicate during the war. My Dad was a Veteran. He was in France during World War II until I was 9 months old. I know little about his time in France. I’m proud of my Dad, and at Veteran’s Day, he is in my heart.
Grandpa was the family photographer. He was always taking pictures. Dad made a dark room in the basement and I vividly remember watching his creations switch from plain white photo paper to an image. Grandpa was many things… A photographer. A wine maker. A rock polisher. A gardener and cook. A world traveler. A plumber. A faithful Christian. An entrepreneur. A quiet and gentle man. A truly funny man who could make you laugh until you cry.
Grandpa would love that you are a photographer. He would be so proud of you. We don’t have many pictures of Grandpa. He was always the one with the camera. Just like you.
I’m not sure who took this picture. I am sure it is one of my cousins or aunts. I copied it for myself the last time I was visiting. This is exactly how I remember Grandpa.
This is the happiest I have ever seen my Granny. Grandpa was saying goodbye to us after our last visit with him and said something funny, like usual.
And hours after the funeral, Granny loves and comforts her youngest great-grandchild.
Happy Veteran’s Day to all who have stood for our country and our freedoms… Just like my Grandpa.
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