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 Grandpa's Touch In Loving Memory of Grandpa Elmer I couldn't have been but four or five, but it's a memory very much alive. The lights were lying all about. When dad got them working we gave a shout. All were filled with Christmas joy, as we hoped for that one wanted toy. Then came the phone's ringing sound -- mom answered it then it hit the ground. She started to run, through the house crying -- just missed the lights without even trying. Her daddy, our grandpa so dearly beloved, went to be with God in heaven above. Christmas has never been quite the same. The loss filled our hearts with sadness and pain. Thirty years later I still miss him so much. What I wouldn't give to feel Grandpa's touch.  TQD |