Last Saturday I went to a reunion. I can just hear my friends say: ‘But you never go to reunions!’ That’s right: normally you wouldn’t find me at such an event. Death is the guest of honour at most reunions. But I went as my mother’s wheelchair-pusher.
An elderly man asked who I was, and I answered: ‘I’m Jacques Hendriksen’s grandson.’ He replied enthusiastically: ‘Ah, the headmaster.’ I had never had seen so many people in one place who had known my grandfather, who was born in…
Added by Bernadette Jansen op de Haar on June 27, 2012 at 11:50am — No Comments
The Lonely Chair The Story is about losing a beloved grandfather.
Grandma helps her grandchild deal with the loss by telling stories about Grandpa and his chair. There is also a poetry version of this book.…Continue
Added by P.G. Shriver on June 3, 2012 at 9:00am — No Comments
Added by Kristi Bernard on October 29, 2010 at 11:46am — No Comments