The flowers make me think of you today, Grandpa.
On walks you used to compare the vibrant colours to flavours of ice cream.
I hope this candle makes its way to you, I like to think it's scented like strawberry ice cream.
Miss you.
So sorry to hear of your loss! Barry was like a second dad when I lived in Ottawa and made it little bit easier when I was missing my own dad. I remember so many great times at the lake...like being pantsed or the 7 am fire alarm checks...silly walk and yellow brick road...but also great talks and singing around the fire! Until we meet again my friend! Big hugs to all of you!
