Today while taking YaYa to school I suddenly remembered that it was 20 years to the day - January 5th, 1987 - since my paternal "Big" Grandpa died.
It is honestly alarming how quickly life is passing by; his death seems only a moment ago in my mind, certainly nothing approaching two decades.
YaYa began to ask a lot of questions, and I was impressed by her interest. She soon explained herself, saying that she wanted as much information as she could remember so she could add a prayer for him to the P.A. announcements this morning.
She even asked me to write down his name for her.
'No man is dead if he is remembered' - that's the motto of a cemetary I pass daily, and it's something I firmly believe.
Today, Big Grandpa's memory is alive and well.
Rest in Peace, Grandpa - I love you.
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