Three years.

It has been three years since the beloved Col. P (My grandfather on Mom’s side) passed. Crystal and Drew went to D.C. recently to find apartments for med school (and Georgetown) this fall and stopped by Arlington to pay their respects.

I miss him terribly. He was full of curiosity, dignity, humor, and wit; not to mention plenty of zest for someone with a long military background. 

“How many fingers do I have up? One.” “One you said and…”