grandpa

I remember being a little girl at my grandparent's farm for Easter. It was just before bed time and we were sitting in the dining room. My grandpa looked out the window into the dark and said he saw the Easter Bunny. He then jumped out of his seat and ran out into the yard in hot pursuit. I remember being so excited at the idea that the elusive Easter Bunny was outside in the yard and I was going to see him. When grandpa returned there was a bite mark on his finger. I guess that's what happens when you try to catch the Easter Bunny.

That's my favorite memory of my grandfather. Rest in peace.