Grandpa Hank
Every year around Easter I remember that my grandpa Hank died on Easter Sunday. My grandmother, who never married him, but allowed him to be a big part of our lives, declared," Leave it to Hank to do something so dramatic as to die on Easter!" I never have decided if that was her way of faulting him for the timing, or if she really saw an irony in his dying on the day we celebrate the resurrection. Doesn't really matter. This year I remembered again, but couldn't remember the actual date, because Easter is different every year. I don't know why it mattered, and I guess it didn't a whole lot, because I have a place to look, and didn't. LoL. Until tonight. While making banana bread, I noticed a memorial magnet my mother made and sent to me after he died. It has a pictue of me and him (he was one of my favorites... I had a surplus of grandparents, so blessed). I took a moment and straightened it. It is stuck to our washer/dryer, and gets titled occasionall...