I recently wrote this short piece for a specific purpose that didn't pan out. Rather than allowing it to succumb to the slow fire of time in a folder somewhere, I'm posting it here. Writing it was a therapeutic exercise, allowing me to organize the memories and put them into a meaningful framework. I'm glad I finally wrote it all down.I never met my mother's father, but I have seen him. The photograph is grainy, the obligatory black and white of the forties or fifties-I'm not sure when the [...]
