Walter Thomas Parry, my grandfather
Just poked about and this is a photo from ‘words here’, didn’t try to find that post.
Been pondering the proper time to say ‘hey – you – take a minute and ponder this good person…’ – birthday? date of passing from this world? any good day in which you make the effort to recall and fondly remember the good times?
in a few days it will be the anniversary of Walt’s arrival on this big blue marble, and though I was up on a mountain with friends on the anniversary of his departure, I sit and type and ponder – did he ever make it to North Carolina? What were his feelings during the Civil Rights era of the 50’s & 60s?
did he know that I loved his heart and his laugh and his tobbaco scent and his wonderful circus wagons? does he know I credithim with how good a man I became? Hmmm…
His name was Walt, I called him Grandpa. He loved me (and all the grandkids) so very very much. He made my life overflow with love, and I’m grateful for that.
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Of note, today, the 26th of June, was a momentous day here in the good ol’ United States of Agitation – pleased for many things, worried enough about the others. Perhaps a good post for a few days from now.
Today, a tip of the cold beverage in honor of my Gramps – you were a hell of a guy.