The choppy sea held his journey on one of the most decorated ships in WWII. That sea also took something from his soul.
But it came out that day. As his childhood hometown held a parade to celebrate his 90th year, I saw it.
The vulnerability. The love. The wild abandon. The playfulness.
It was still there. It had just been packed away, somewhere deep, along with the lost dreams of being a farmer because he came home with Tuberculosis. I miss you, Grandpa. And your great-grandson wishes you were here for hugs too.
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