Thinking About my Grandfather

I miss him sometimes

Photo by Ricky Singh on Unsplash

I was twenty years old at the time. I was living with my grandparents in Denver Colorado. My grandfather and I would go to a diner for coffee.
We would sit down and order our coffee and talk. After a few minutes, grandpa would turn to another table and start talking to a stranger.

He made friends everywhere he went

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62-year-old married guy, I have been writing stories for years, but never submitted or published anything. I write about my successes and failures, everything.

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