First Dance
Last Dance
My grandfather died 3 years ago on February 16, 2006. He always had a good joke to tell, drank half a beer at lunch and the other half at dinner, and was German Lutheran to the core. When we were children, he sang “Zippedy do-dah” as we walked to the park, and we could always convince him to buy us a toy at the store. He lived 96 wonderful years. We miss you, Grandpa!
Written as a part of Sprite’s Keeper Spin Cycle about love.