When I was a little girl, not even in school yet, we lived on a farm with my mom's parents. They lived in the trailer across the way from us. I loved spending time with my grandpa, he would read to me and my brother. It was a really special time in our lives.
Often on the way into town, there would be one or two of these burrowing owls watching us. I loved to look at them. My grandpa was going to catch one for me, so I could have it for a pet. A few years later, my grandpa died of a heart attack.
Now as an adult, I know this is impractical. Still every time I go to the zoo, I stop off for a few moments and pay homage to my grandpa, by watching these beautiful little owls. They hold such a special place in my heart, because of the memory of my grandpa. How I miss that man, I wonder often how different my life would have been had he lived. He was someone I admired and still admire, he was a very strong man, a wonderful husband to my grandma, father to my mother, and friend.
This post doesn't do him justice, I want to write a story eloquently about him. Something that people will want to read. Something that will bring tears to the eyes of even those who never knew him. But alas, I really didn't know him, for I was only about 6 when he passed. I just hope that I can touch the lives of those around me like he did.