There he was in a field of green alone with his Father. Moving back and forth and right to left and back to himself again. How Glorious and beautifully strong his youthful presence. Then he suddenly turned around and ran towards me with his arms open to embrace me. Tears of joy, we knew each other, he had not forgotten. I held him close to me. My number one Grandson.
by: Nanna
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