Let me tell you about my grandfather. He was a burly hard-working man with a close black friend that his children considered an uncle. His favorite musician was Louis Armstrong. He cried whenever we left his house to drive home, because he would miss us so. He cooked for three generations almost every Sunday. At least six of the nurses from his the hospital where he died attended his funeral after becoming so attached to him. He was one of the sweetest and toughest men you can imagine.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 14:27:51 +0000