The holidays are always the hardest.
Melissa walked in the door Christmas Eve crying her eyes out - carrying flowers.
I couldn't figure out what she was meaning when she said "I took flowers to Grandpa" as my dad was standing there.
She walked over to me and bawled her eyes out on my shoulder. Once she calmed down a little bit, I got her talking and it turns out that she went to Doyle's Dad's grave and took him some flowers so that he would know that we hadn't forgotten him during the holidays.
She sure misses that man...as do we all.
He never took anyone for granted and treated everyone equally.
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