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This photo will have been taken in the early 90's.
This is a photo of me with my Grandfather. I don't remember this at all. I don't remember much of the time I spent with him. I am actually glad of this. He is a blip on my past, and yet still a man I lived in the same house with for over 20 years and spent countless hours of my life with. But what can I say? I have no desire to remember him. So this is the footnote he gets in my past. He was there. There's proof of it. But I don't remember him actively, and I never will. It is the highest honor I can afford a man like him.