OK sisters & Mom - you need to stop here before you read ahead and cry a little.
Yesterday, on my drive home, I started thinking of my Grandpa Everett. Probably because some little old man with gray curly hair drives a turquoise truck every now and then on my road. When I see him, I think it's Grandpa for a second & then I remember that Grandpa is gone.
Then, that bad feeling hits. It makes you miss him and makes you want to bawl, but you pull yourself together so when you get home no one thinks you are crazy.
That's grandpa Everett on the far left. My other grandparents are fabulous too, but they are all alive so I get to spend time with them still!