Age is Just a Number

Today at the community garden, Gpa was asked how old he is.  He replied, “75. I am an old man.”

I wonder if there is a memory at 75 that he really enjoyed.  That was 1986, the year Lillie was born.  So she would say yes, of course.

The year before I had my son and Gpa and Gma had gone to England with mom and Vickie.  I couldn’t go as I was expecting.

So I’m thinking, he has a lot of good memories of that time.  I hope so.  I know I do.




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