A Man Not Forgotten
I knew a man once; he brought me donuts every Sunday morning. He wore golf clothes and socks pulled up to his knees. I knew a man that ate enough rice in a day to feed China. He had big ears and eyes that were clear as water. I knew a man so prideful that he chose to fix projects he most likely did not have a clue how to fix. He was tall and skinny, but as strong as a waterfall crashing into the lake below. I knew a man who was my mentor, my companion, my grandfather.
My grandfather was a man that I modeled my life after since I understood "life" itself. …
