I often think similar things, I wish my grandfather could have met my own son, and could have seen my wood shop (he was a master woodworker himself) and the things I do there. I think he would have been proud.
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Ya, me too
My thoughts, Janiece, are with you.
I often think similar things, I wish my grandfather could have met my own son, and could have seen my wood shop (he was a master woodworker himself) and the things I do there. I think he would have been proud.
Thanks, Jim. It's been over 16 years since his death, but it still bites me in the ass occasionally.
Like today.
I'm so sorry, Janiece - it is hard on days like today.
It is entirely possible that on some plane, at some level, he does know them, and is proud. We can't know. ::shrugs::
I hope your heart's ache eases a little.
My thoughts are with you, too.
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