It's almost Thanksgiving again, and every year about this time,
I think a lot about my Grandfather "Grandpa Jack".
When I was young all of my family lived in one city, we had holidays together, birthday parties, barbecues and such, but my grandfather lived in Oregon which was a state away. But every year without fail he would come right after my birthday and just before Thanksgiving and spend about three weeks with the family.
He died of Congestive heart failure after having three open heart surgeries to repair his heart.
I was 11 & 1/2 years old and although he's always with me in my memories and in my heart,
I miss him dearly during this time of year!
So I dedicate this entry to my Grandpa, the strongest man I have ever known!
Grandpa Jack and my brother Barry when he was a baby
Grandpa Jack and my brother Barry when he was a baby
