As I grow a little bit older, I've begun to realize what most people my age start to.
There are now people in our past that have gone on to a better place and we are left with just the memories of them.
Memorial Day can start to really take meaning on all levels of personal importance.
I reflect on memories of my grandmothers, aunt, and my grandfather.
"Gramps" I called him and he was my main man.
I named my son after him and he wears the name proudly.
I'll admit, sports captivate my soul.