Today is the 24th anniversary of my Grandpa Larry’s death. I still can’t believe that it has been that long. That that much time has passed.
(My grandpa and I, January 2, 1982)
But he passed away when I was in the first grade, and I am now 30 years old. So that much time has passed by.
It’s such a shame that I didn’t get to know him longer. But I am lucky that I knew him as long as I did.
He was a father, a grandfather, a US Marine Corps veteran, and a police officer. And he is still missed.
Credit: Photo taken by me of a Polaroid taken by my mother or father.
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