She calls him “Ampa Eli” and he calls her “little dumplins,” though he does not understand who she is, or where she came from.
Enya sings One by one my leaves fall, one by one my tales are told…
She says adios, says adios, goodbye.
She calls him “Ampa Eli” and he calls her “little dumplins,” though he does not understand who she is, or where she came from.
Enya sings One by one my leaves fall, one by one my tales are told…
She says adios, says adios, goodbye.
That is the sweetest picture e.v.e.r.!
I have to agree with Marie (above) ~ SOOOO precious and such a treasure.
So… if this is what you did this weekend… did you visit Grandpa, or did you truly say “goodbye” to Grandpa on this earth? I’m sure each visit feels like it may be.
And the picture is D.E.A.R.
We visited. Each time we see him feels like a long and last goodbye–
precious. so precious it hurts way down deep somewhere.
Poignant.