He was 93, yet he was gone long before that. Today is his birthday. He would have been 96.
I can’t believe that nearly three years has passed since my great-grandfather’s death. 296 more words
When I was in second grade or so, my class sang the old song, “My Grandfather’s Clock,” by Henry Clay Work. The lyrics to the first verse are… 692 more words
Walking to the Bankside Gallery & Tate Modern this afternoon, crossing Ludgate Circus there is one of those Ghost bikes painted white to mark where a cyclist was killed. 72 more words