Mousie, what a beautiful story. Such a fine young man. I'm glad you're giving him the fishing gear.GM all...just a few min. to share something with you all. And Liz I do relate this to you and Mr.Wipple so
please follow thru.
When we moved in here 2 years ago Mr.Mouse and I would
drink our coffee on the frt porch,then we notice a young man driving a pick up pulling a work trailor behind. He was a young Mexican man and had his young son
in the truck they would look our way and wave every day sometimes honk the horn.He took his son to school then
came back to pick up his wife and once again the big wave.Around 5 every night it was repeated.Mr.Mouse said well I got them off to work so I can come in now.We often wonder what kind of work they did and said we were going to stop by and vist them some time. Of course it never happen.
Last night shortly after I had locked up for the night
I heard a soft knock and when I went to the door it was
the young son and his Mother,he looked to be around 11 and spoke great English while the Mother spoke little.
He said if you don't mind could you tell me where Grandpaw is?? It broke my heart but I try to tell him the best I could. Then he asked for a pen and paper so
he could give me his phone # as he wanted to take care of me.After getting the paper I go back to find this beautiful young man crying his eyes out.
He wanted to know if he could go with me to the nursing home to see Grandpaw as he never got to wave goodbye.
I try to tell him that Grandpaw could not remember things now but he said he did not care he just wants him to know that he miss him.
So tomorrow we shall go and when we come back I am giving him Grandpaw fishing rods as Mr.Mouse would have taken him if only we had spoke sooner.