Ok genuine post this time. I love my grampa. I visit him every day and talk over chocolate milk and coffee. He watches me draw, helps me fix things i bring, always has a smile for me. At 92 hes still livin at his home with his cat (Curly Sue). Whip crackin smart. Smartass, even. I get it from him. Like looking in a mirror 60 years to the future. His name is Charlie, it's printed on his favorite mug that he's been using since the 60s. He's always had cats. Found a photo of him when he was 7 or so and yup, he's holdin a cat.
For Holiday, I wish everybody a Charlie in their life. I just love him a lot and im happy i have him in my life.
