Sunday, October 12, 2008


Pikey would have been 91 today.

Right before he died in 1990, I was one of the happiest people in the world. Immediately thereafter, I became one of the saddest. And eighteen years later, those kinds of extremes are so distant a memory I can barely remember what it was like to be that happy, or that sad. Shows you how blessed my life has been, that the death of my Grandfather eighteen years ago is the saddest thing that ever happened to me. It also explains why I'm leery of being "too happy"...

But what a fun guy Pikey was... he was a blast. Rescued a family from a burning building once, too.

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