Today in America we celebrate Thanksgiving. I am thankful I can freely write this blog, and I am especially grateful for you, my readers. As we travel down the path to Lewy, let us remember to give thanks for our many blessings.
My Grandpa Oscar died the dady before Thanksgiving on November 22nd, 1967 at age 74. He had “hardening of the arteries”, or as we call it now, dementia. Another life stolen from us. I was only 9 when he died, but I have a few good memories of being on the farm with him. We’d always laugh when he removed his false teeth and make a face.
In Grandpa’s honor you can listen to a poem my dad wrote about him.
I always thought that picture on the wall was of my grandpa. The picture is actually of a man Charles Enstrom, taken by Eric Enstrom. The name of the picture is “Grace”. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_(photograph)
I mentioned to Dad one day he looked alot like his dad. He told me “Better to look like your own dad than someone else’s dad“. Dad could pop off those one-liners like a standup comedian.