I sit and rock in Grandpa’s chair. The room I spent so many hours in with him as a child is much smaller than it looks in my memories. The tears freely stream down my face. My hero, the greatest man I’ve ever known, is dying tonight. I go back to your bedside and stroke your frizzy grey hair. Everyone always says Harris looks so much like his dad, but I think he looks so much like you. My mind flashes to decades-old pictures of you with your curls and I can’t help but smile a bit. It is in… Continue reading My Grandpa →