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Sketches
Like a thunderous rainstorm,
it came with force and was
impossible to hold back. This
morning as I was thumbing through
an old notebook, I saw sketches
drawn by my favorite little girl.
There were sketches about fashion,
her favorite theme.
My eyes began to moisten as grief
came rushing from the deep. I turned
the page and then another. I was arrested
and captured by that third page depicting
the artwork of her and me.
I was overwhelmed with both joy and grief
that pulled me down into a sea of tears and a
sounding cry. Her little hands were in mine
displaying the words, "I love you, Grandpa".
For 22 years, she had a grandpa to love and
a grandpa to love her. Nearly three months ago,
cancer took her from us, but I am overjoyed
with the sketches I discovered.
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Curtis Johnson
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