....to many people.
For me it is the 50th anniversary of Papa Kelley's death. He was my mother's father. I had only turned 7 a few days earlier, and worse it was my Uncle Kevin's birthday.
Despite losing him so young, my grandmother never dated anyone else, much less remarried. I have always been in awe of a love so great that it sustains you for the next thirty years.
I have many happy memories of my grandfather. And stories from family. But also stories from people outside our family who knew and admired him. He was born Owen Francis, but went by Frank and he was a person who drew others to him. I was always struck by the regard people held him in long after he passed.
Overall, '68 was a sucky year in my opinion.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
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