My grandad was pretty much the coolest.
I can see so much of my dad in this picture. The same nose, eyes, mouth. They were so alike, those two. Always cracking the same jokes, calling each other "Fred" and "Harry" (I never quite understood where that came from!), they even laughed exactly the same. I love all of grandad's old pictures. When he passed, I was so obsessed with looking at all his old photos. I wish I got to ask more about what he'd done, what happened in those photos.
I guess that's the good thing about photos, huh? That they will tell stories, long after you're gone.
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