Wednesday, February 22, 2006


Today I want my Grampa. I remember when I was younger, even these past years, when something was bothering me, we would talk....or send a letter or an email. He would listen (although deaf) and give me advice. Sound spiritual advice. It was like God would whisper to him, what to say to me....and it would be alright.
These past days, I have wondered what he would think of my life, what things he would say to me to help me...Always praying for me. Believing in me, knowing that what God has for me would far surpass what I have for myself.
He would give me just a little glimpse of the hope that I sought after.
Today I want my Grampa.

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