“I have an idea that this is what enduring love really means. Your memories of a girl at seventeen become as real and vivid as the middle-aged woman sitting in front of you. It is a happy sort of double vision, this seeing and remembering. To be seen this way is to be known.” –William Landay Last January I posted a letter I wrote to my Grandfather that I read at his wake. It was about his life – his small mannerisms of drinking tea with lemon in the mornings, reading the pape

As I was going through older pieces of writing over the past few years, I stumbled upon a letter that I read at my Pop Pop's wake in May of 2013. I find myself thinking of him often lately, so I wanted to share my account of living with him and getting to know him not only as my grandfather, but as a wonderful man. I hope you enjoy. May 2013 How to begin writing about a man of ninety years? How to reflect on the fortunate account of a hurricane forcing one out of their home a