Gruff

I've had this photo in my room for ages.  I came across it maybe a couple of years ago in one of my mother's photo albums.  It was taken in the early nineties and it is one of my favorites because it is a candid grandfather/granddaughter photo.  But today it hit me.  Our positions are reversed.  In the photo, Ago is taking, leading me to the park (which I think was rare because I only have memories of going to the park with my medz mayrig) but now it me who takes, leads him where we are going.  

Honestly, I like the photo because it reassures me that my grandfather was, in fact, everything a grandpa should be.  As a child, I saw him as a gruff man who scolded me for eating the raisins out of the raisin bread and fell asleep sitting up at four p.m.  But now I know my gpops, and while gruff still accurately describes him, I know what may sound gruff is actually his way of caring.  

Not Now

Okay, so I've run into this problem before: procrastination.  You know what, I think I'll finish this later...