Today I am missing my grandfather, aka 'Big Grandpa' in his later years; 'Little Coke' in his earlier ones; 'Uncle Henry' for the ones in between.  He passed away in March at the age of 90 and was a prominent presence in my life.  He really should have been over to my house at least three times since then to get a haircut, I keep thinking.  I never got around to making those videos of all his stories about The War and The Depression so my daughters could hear him tell them when they became old enough to appreciate them.
    I recently got a new cell phone and was transferring all my contacts from the old one when I came face to face with something I was having trouble letting go of: Big Grandpa's cell phone number was still in my phone.  Someone else probably has that number by now; it's not like I was going to call it or anything.  I just felt like I would be a bad granddaughter to not have him in my phone.  It was a strangely sad moment when logic won out and I did not add him to the list this time.
    He really couldn't be bothered to worry about what I chose to do, though.  He's far too busy making up for lost time with the love of his life, my wonderful grandmother.  'Auntie Em' and 'Uncle Henry' are together again, and this 'Dorothy' is glad of that.

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