Memories of Grandpa
When I look at a old person cutting biltong with
his knife, it reminds me of the time when grandpa
was sick in hospital and he used to cut biltong like
that for me, when I see a tall, well groomed older
person walking, I see grandpa, when I smell i fresh
lovely scent I smell grandpa. When I see some one die
I see grandpa. Some of my memories of grandpa is
good memories then you get those sad memories.
But when I here the words I love you, I here grandpa's
voice and that puts a huge smile on my face, grandpa's
loving voice.
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