MY GRANNDPA MAY BE GONE BUT HE IS NEVER FORGOTTEN
All my life, my momma would tell me to be thankful I had a father. Hers was killed when she was eight in a plane crash. And she had stepfathers, mean, nasty and dirty old men stepfathers. So she never reflected much on her past as a child. She just took her life and moved it forward to give her... Sign in to see full entry.