My Goodbye To Grandfather M.
April 22, 2009 8:23 PM I didn’t know much about Grandfather M (my father’s father). He lived a state away so I didn’t get to see much of him outside of a few summers when I went there to visit my father and that side of the family. I always looked at Grandfather M as bigger than life. The way he would sit in his huge oversized car garage that had never seen a car since it was built. Sipping aged scotch out of a crystal tea glass while talking to his dogs Smoky (a easy going Dalmatian) and Genie... Sign in to see full entry.