Today’s post is special to me because it includes a gift in the form of a story that my Grandfather decided to include in his personal narrative.
And here I thought his story telling days were through…
One last story from Opa…
My Grandfather excelled at telling stories.
My love of stories began with him telling me one story each day that we spent together.
He had a collection of over 500 which he kept in a small handwritten journal of robin egg blue which he kept in the left pocket of his jacket.
I’m hoping to rediscover it as I make my way through his albums.
That would be incredible!