I know where Jimmy Hoffa is...

I know what you mean, dear.
The one grandfather I did know died when I was sixteen. I loved him so much, and felt a bit jipped, because I hadn't seen him since before I was 5. So many times, though, I just look up, and say what I am thinking, and I believe he hears me, and cares. I actually got a sort of 'response'from him at my aunt's farm in Iowa, where he had died. That is another story and quite personal, but I do know what you mean.

Okay then, all thread partakers,
Proceed with the fun, as I have now got a smile on my face and I am better, and will "shush up" to hear what you all think. Sincerely, G
 
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