Grandpa Remembers: A Spotted Fawn
From Grandpa K, 9/29/2010
Five years ago on a Saturday afternoon in June you and I stood silent on a grass-covered hillside. You had suddenly pointed and whispered, "Grandpa, look! It's a fawn!"
In the middle of some long-stemmed prairie grass, a fawn had been lying unseen about 100 feet from us. It was one of those joyfully unexpected surprises that occasionally comes along in the ordinary. Why did the fawn overcome the natural instincts? Was it out of simple curiosity that it decided to lift its head and fix its eyes on us for a brief moment?
We stood there, you and I, taking in the moment with a sense of silent wonder. And now on this day, we who fiercely love you and stubbornly hold on to all our treasured memories, will say once more that you are not forgotten and that we hold you in our hearts.