A Favorite Picture of Mine

This is a picture of me and my paternal grandfather. I am about a month old in this picture.

My grandmother had died very unexpectedly just six months earlier.

I have many happy memories of this grandpa.

At this very moment, I could recite his Thanksgiving Day prayer. Much like my kids can recite their grandpa's.

I like that. It wasn't 'vain repetition' either. Every year they were just thankful for the same things!

Once, while visiting in California, grandpa had a heart attack. My dad took the train out so he could drive him back home.

Grandpa died in The Netherlands while visiting the family he had left behind so many years before.