Realized it was my Grandpa's birthday today. Noted it on fb, added a couple of pictures of him in his uniform in WW1, then got a fair amount of comments from people being flabbergasted at the WW1 part. I guess that's odd?
He was 97 when he died, he'd be 133 today, if people lived that long. He's been gone far longer than the amount of years I had with him, but I still miss him. He was a great storyteller and he had a lot of good (& true!) stories he would share with us. He always made sure he'd made some apple leather when he knew our family was coming to visit, as I was pretty much the only grandkid that would eat it. He was as avid a reader as I am, and had the most beautifully leather bound set of a kids story/poetry series (8 books) that I poured over and read through many times as a little kid, and he made sure that I would receive them after he died. I read through them with my kids when they were little and now I'm reading them through with my grandson, the 4th generation to read them...warm memories today.