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I only know of my grandpa.... All other were dead already before I was born. At the point when grandpa would go to our home to visit, We kids savored each and every moment. He'd disclose to us stories from when father was close to nothing,
What's more, now and again he'd play us a tune on his fiddle. We could simply ask grandpa when we required counsel,
Also, he never needed to reveal to us anything twice. He was a man you could simply trust,
What's more, he never needed to talk boisterous to be heard. Presently the room will never again reverberate with his giggling,
However, to the individuals who know and cherish him, like despite everything we do,
His memory will warm our hearts 'til we go to paradise as well.
Thank you @deewhy07... I am so glad to see your entry here, though I dint know you for all these days...