It’s All In The Arm
One thing Tim got, though, came from my Grandma Harvey. When he walks, his left arm swings with purpose. Doesn’t matter if he’s walking fast or slow, that arm is pumping away. Just like my grandma.
So now I’m wondering what else I could see, could I remember my grandparents. Would there be some Grandpa Hewitt in Tim, or maybe some Grandpa Harvey in Sean? I wish I remembered them better, but perhaps I don’t need to. Perhaps they’re there, in me, in my brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews… They gave us what we need to go forward and live, remembering them by living well.
Whoa! Deep Thought! Must be all those lib arts classes I’m taking. No fear, it will be temporary, I’m sure!