Dad's dad... That's the second lost in just a few months. I feel bad for dad and grandma. He was alright. He used to be a diesel mechanic and when my sisters and I were kids, he could quite easily carry us on his shoulders. He was that strong, then. Funny how things change in just a short amount of time.
Around spring, he would always show up with grandma and talk about getting some strawberries because they were in season. He loved strawberries. He also liked grandma's green beans and biscuits and gravy.
Now, I wasn't too sure of dad's mom, but dad's dad was nice. I'll miss him. He was Superman. 3nodding
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