I can't believe how time flies.
Six long years since my maternal grandfather went to heaven.
Nineteen since my littlest brother went to heaven,
Same day, thirteen years apart.
Poppa finally got to meet his youngest grandson.
Harmonica playing reminds me of Poppa every time I hear someone using that instrument.
Heaven is for real, and I wish I could hug you both. But I know you are around the throne of God rejoicing.
David J. G. 1995
Poppa Johnson 1922-2008
You will always be loved.
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