Dear Gramps (Epistolary Wednesday)
On Wednesdays, I write letters...
Dear Gramps,
When I looked through the photo albums at your visitation, I saw you in that orangey-gold Hawaiian shirt that still hangs in your closet. The year marked in the album was 1995, which means you’ve been wearing that shirt for 19 years, at least. And that night after the service, I slept in your bedroom with the…