Friday, March 7, 2014

A Grandpa Breakfast (StoredStory #2)

It was still the dark side of the morning, during that moment when the silence wants to tell you something if you just listen close enough. My 90-year-old grandfather was up at 5:00 am probably just as he had been up for most of the thousands of mornings of his life. I don’t even remember why I was visiting. Only the kitchen light was on. He was bent over the stove frying an egg in a cast iron skillet for his breakfast. “Junior, do you want some breakfast?” “Sure.” That was the only time my grandfather ever made breakfast for me, but it’s enough to last the many thousands of mornings I hope I ever get to live.

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