So, I hummed and hawed for a long time about this post. What pictures do I put in? What do I write? On the one hand I want to show pictures from home, but on the other hand many of them are highly personal. Do I want to share that? In the end I decided, yes, I’d like to, because I am proud of who Grandpa was, and I would like some kind of record of what happened. But I hope you understand if I can’t find the words. Many of the pictures here, especially those at Grandpa’s house, evoke intense memories. The basement. The swingset. The luggage. The cot. The garden. The stairwell. The lamp. So I’m going to post a bunch of photos, and interject here and there. I hope you like them.
Below: Right after stepping off the plane in Victoria

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