by teresa
Ben cried last night as he was getting ready for bed.
He does that about once a week.
He misses his grandaddy.
Chris took my daddy's truck and had mulch dumped in it this weekend. He pulled it into the backyard to shovel out of it.
Ben camped out in that truck the entire weekend. He just sat in it (for comfort) and listened to music.
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We're all missing him, Ben. And I'm sure we always will. He took a piece of our heart with him but he left a piece of himself in our hearts.
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