It never fails, sometime during our first evening back in Charlie's childhood home, I find him digging in his old closet, uncovering lost treasures. On this visit he found a kite he sewed in seventh grade. Apparently he was never able to fly the kite.
It was a good time to be back. We spent our days visiting with Gramps, enjoying coffee and talks about the start of his career as a dentist and the early days of his marriage with Grammy. I treasure the time we have with family and feel grateful to have more of it now that we live in the Midwest again.