This was supposed to go up yesterday, but because of the tragic event that occurred, it just made sense that it wait a day.
Today’s picture is actually a photo that my grandfather took of me when I was 8 or 9 years old down in Morganton, Georgia (in the Blue Ridge Mountains).
When my grandfather passed away, I saw this photo up in his home. It was always one of his favorite photos (when he used to be the photographer, just like his brother).
There were a lot of things happening on this day that would end up shaping and changing my future for the better and create a stronger bond between me and my grandfather. One thing’s for sure…this day gave me someone that let me know I wasn’t alone. I had somebody.
Miss you, grandpa.
