Growing Up Like A Jamaican – Remembering Grandpa

Markdown:This month my Grandpa Stafford would’ve turned 95 years old. He was such a strong and wonderful man. I miss him being here physically because that means no more long talks on the veranda or nights under the stars discussing everything under the stars but his ethereal presence is hard to deny. I always took comfort knowing that when I wasn’t in Jamaica I was always included in his daily morning and evening prayers and now that he’s gone I know that his blessings continue.P.O. Box XXXBlack River, P.O.St. ElizabethAugust 28th 1996Dear Dahlia,Greetings in the name of our Lord, hoping everyone is fine. We miss you a lot. When you left the Friday I could not sleep I just keep looking at your picture. Grandma says hurry up and come back again. Say hi to Alecia and Sophia for me. Hoping to hear from them soon. I am very glad to know that you all reached over safely.May the Lord richly bless and keep you all. Reply soon. We are not worse than when you left. Reply soon.From your same,Grandpa & GrandmaPS Thanks a lot for the money you sent. May God Bless you.

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Dahlia Welsh