My Grandfather passed away last Tuesday.
To my Papa-
You don't remember me, but I remember you.
I remember your bushy eyebrows. You would let me take your glasses off so I could comb them.
I remember your sweet tooth. You would take us to TCBY for frozen yogurt before dinner. It was our secret because we promised it wouldn't spoil our meal.
(Papa in the Navy. He lied about his age so he could enlist during WWII...Mama was pretty miffed when she learned, from an article in the paper, that the man she had fallen for was in fact one of the young local boys who had enlisted before the age of 18)