In a hotel room in Colorado Springs, visiting my grandparents who were passing through.
Thunder rumbles the building, vibrating glass in the door.
Hail, rain, and snow sweep in sheets across pavement outside. 347 more words
This is Edward James Miller, my father’s father. I’m remembering him this memorial day, not because I’m sad… but rather because I’m happy. For 6 decades my father had loads of questions and some deep emotions about his real father. 298 more words