MISSING "MY" VET

5/27/13 A few days ago, grandson Owen sobbed. Inconsolable was the word his mommy used. He could only tell her that he was sad. When his heaving sobs finally lessened, she asked why he was sad. His response made me sad as well.

"I miss my old great grandaddy,"

"Which one?" Mommy asked.

"You know---the one I pushed down the hall in his "stroller."

"Grandaddy Brud," his mommy knowingly replied.

My response today is, "I miss him too, Owen. This is my 2nd "Memorial Day" without him."