Jim Reeves
Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read

I love this grandchild with all the heart and soul my existence allows.

I know I won’t live to see her blossom to Womanhood, and yet

I dread the thought of her realization that those she trusted most,

those who held her heart, left her a world of senseless mistakes.

A world of confusion and chaos, hate and irrational fear.

The only hope, the only promise we could offer is

that she should solve our problems on her own.

Jim Reeves

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Dad and Grampa to two beautiful girls! Nothing else of importance.