Gramps (the original)

It's been a little bit of a challenge to follow my last blog post. I thought it would be a good time to give a nod to my Gramps, Aunt Claire's dad: Herbert Baldwin Cryar. He passed away on April 25, 1994. I was in my senior year of college at UT.

Eleven years later on the anniversary of his death, my daughter Lena would be born. So although he was gone long before she was even a twinkle in my eye, she feels connected to him. 

She asks about him. She asks about souls and where they go and where he is now and if there's any way at all that he could be part of her, "you know, because of the birthday thing," she asks. She thinks that idea is absolutely magical. 

I answer that I don't know. That no one knows. Because really we don't. I don't. But I think it's magical too.