As of yesterday, my grandfather is eighty-eight years old. That's kind of like two infinity signs turned upright. That's about the extent of my insight on that age. I've always said that he has been one of the biggest influences on my life, for better or for worse. I recently rescued this photo from my grandparents' moving-purge, and I think it about captures how I feel about our relationship.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa. Thanks for letting me stand on your shoulders, as it were, or sit, as the case may be. I love you!
[note: photo booth photos are my grandparents, my mom, and my aunt. all other photos are of Grandpa and me together when I was little]
GP loved the metaphorical nature of the final photo!
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