My Younger Son's thoughts about his Grandfather ...
to Whom it may concern
hands,
mustache,
barrel laugh and
brown leather.
hands.
breeze of pine,
splash of sun,
sip of A&W's Finest Root Beer.
hands.
...to Whom it may concern:
I don't care what else I forget,
what else becomes misty and gray
and falls away forever.
Just --
let me remember
mustache,
smile,
hands.
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The visualizations your words evoke are right on the mark. Even the scents you described seem to magically fill the air.
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