i was recently telling martha about this occurrence and the sweet thing my granddad did to try to keep me from being so sad when i was away from him. he used to record himself on a cassette tape talking about his week and the things he was doing and thinking about; he would even read books and sing...yes, sing to me. then when we would see him again, he would give new tapes to my mom for me to listen to when we were back home. oh, and if you were wondering, yes, i was spoiled and the only grandchild for 5 years. the point is, i found a picture of myself listening to one of granddad's tapes and it made me happy. i think
he should still make them for me.
i know i would still listen.