April 3

 

Today, I went with my mom and grandmother to clean out my grandfather's room. He was a packrat throughout his life, and he'd saved every card or postcard or note we'd ever sent him while he was there. As my mother and grandmother were folding up his things and deciding what to give to Goodwill, I read through all the cards we'd sent. Inside one of the cards, I found a note he'd written:

 

Dear Dana:

 

I love you.

 

Grandpa.

 

 

And then his address.

 

I had managed to remain dry eyed as the packing was happening, but when I found the note, I lost it. I have no idea when he'd written it or why he never gave it to me, but seeing his shaky hand and knowing how much effort it took for him to concentrate on writing means so much to me. I'm glad I found it.

 

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