The brief time that I have had with my grandfather has made an enormous impression on my life. He worked many jobs - owned a gas station, built and tested submarines in WWII, then went to work for LTV. But the work that I remember him for was his avid gardening. I wanted to draw analogies between gardening and life, generations and ancestors, lasting impressions. But the truth of the matter is.......I miss him.
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Roots are always found in the garden. They never die.
Things generationally missed are found in the "backyard" of our homes.
I admire your Grandfather. What did he do that his grandson yearns for HIM and not "the other things" he left behind?
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