His eye lines told of laughter, of warm scintillating smiles and affection. His face was wrinkled like an old leather jacket, he’d definitely been one of those old people you could say aged gracefully and surprisingly agile for his age. When he spoke, experience danced on his lips like a curious child. Compassionate, affectionate are some of the words to describe him, yes, the man is my grandfather. He passed on when I was 7 years, young or old enough to have a blurred memory of him. Nevertheless warm memories he has left behind we are told. His caring words and kind acts is what we came to know of him. Our heart came to be filled with his precious, joyous remembrances we have been told.
My grandpops.