tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post1763975380386206931..comments2023-10-11T03:54:58.698-06:00Comments on Randall Friesen: DangRandall Friesenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04112919973262687369noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-12076320916803760872007-07-30T16:37:34.000-06:002007-07-30T16:37:34.000-06:00Isn't it kind of funny (ironic funny not ha ha...Isn't it kind of funny (ironic funny not ha ha funny) how those we love so dear do seem to fade. When I think of my grandpa, unless I am looking at a picture of him, it seems like I can't remember what he clearly looked like in my head but that it is more of a memory of him in my heart. Yeah, that's it exactly; I have this "image" of him in my heart and it is clear as a bell. Perhaps that is because it is their love/our love that is more important and our heart seems to remember how they made us feel.<br><br>Still, I would love to not have that feeling of losing him all over again in my memory because I can't remember the twinkle in his eye all the time or the sound of his laughter...<br><br><br>Wait! That's not going to help at all. I do love the fact that I can think of my grandpa and "feel" him in my heart. I truly do think that is more important...for me anyway.anghttp://lovemom.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-60698760652047170792007-07-31T05:31:43.000-06:002007-07-31T05:31:43.000-06:00:)Good one Ang, it helps.:)<br><br><br>Good one Ang, <br>it helps.Randallhttp://randallfriesen.comnoreply@blogger.com