Grandad!

I ran across this picture of my Grandad, Edwin a few months ago and almost cried. He was so special to me and my brother. Grandad always wanted the best of us, always encouraged us to try new things, to be all that we could be. In many ways, he was ahead of his time. Grandad died in 1982 but I still sometimes expect him to walk into the room or to call me on the phone asking me to drive him somewhere. "Rhondee," he'd say, "I need you to take me to Livingston." I'm thinking is he serious ..... he always was. I miss my granddad but he's alive in my heart.