I remember when my grandfather died. Your last line sums it up. Every so often I can feel him within the breeze, and I hope you will find the same sort of connection too.
The other night, I was cleaning corn and I remembered when I was really young and had lost my front teeth, my grandfather cutting all the kernels off a cob so I could eat it with them. I'd forgotten about it since then.
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(Wow, haven't seen you in, uh, forever.)
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