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About 15 years ago, my mom's dad passed away. He might be the best person I ever had the chance to know. He truly was the patriarch of the family. Strong, loving, wise. I was there for his final days. He had lung cancer and Alzheimer's. I lost a truly special part of my life that day.
I got to hear him again two days ago.
As some of you know, I went to Florida this past weekend. It was for my aunt's 60th birthday. My mom had a present that was for everybody. One of the things that graddaddy used to do was make up bedtime stories about little Jimmy and Billy and Suzy, a trio of rabbits. As it turns out, at some point, he had made a recording of one of those stories being told. My had gotten the cassette, and brought it with.
I'm listening to the story right now, as I convert it into a digital archive form (for those who know/care, I'm storing it using FLAC).
Here I am, 39 years old, listening to my granddaddy tell one more bedtime story. I miss him.
I got to hear him again two days ago.
As some of you know, I went to Florida this past weekend. It was for my aunt's 60th birthday. My mom had a present that was for everybody. One of the things that graddaddy used to do was make up bedtime stories about little Jimmy and Billy and Suzy, a trio of rabbits. As it turns out, at some point, he had made a recording of one of those stories being told. My had gotten the cassette, and brought it with.
I'm listening to the story right now, as I convert it into a digital archive form (for those who know/care, I'm storing it using FLAC).
Here I am, 39 years old, listening to my granddaddy tell one more bedtime story. I miss him.
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