Chase at three* * *
Although he is a fine young man today, and I love spending time with him as a grown-up, sometimes I wish I could go back and re-live those fun-filled days with my grandson when he was a little boy. That's him above, holding a Polaroid picture I had just taken of him. He was usually laughing and tearing around the house at break-neck speed, but he was quiet and serious that day. We were watching Charlotte's Web.
"Granda," he said, "I wish Charwott didn't die."
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No words.
Me, too, Chase. Me, too.
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