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Fred, Bill, and Me

This one’s about going fishing with my dad (Bill) and my grandpa (Fred).

I’ve been missing Grandpa (my mom’s dad — I was less than a year old when my dad’s dad died, so I didn’t know him) lately. I was his first grandson after having four daughters and then a granddaughter, and we always had a special relationship. I believe he was the man I felt the safest around, and … I miss him.

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