A Portrait of a Man I Never Met
My grandfather Eugene in June of 1961.
I never got to meet him.
He looks so proud of himself here and it warms my heart. I’ve wondered about him often; what he was like, and how my life would be different having had him as a part of it?
I do know he was a hard-working man who died on the job. He loved hunting and his beagles. He also enjoyed being on the water and fishing.
I’d like to think my love of water comes from him. ~shared by @kweate
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