32. The start of eternal life?

My grandpa died when I was eleven. I loved him because he treated me seriously. He was a great conversationalist. When he came to stay, he played endless games of snooker with us. He did jobs for my parents they never had time for, like reupholstering worn out chairs. My mum loved him. They hadContinue reading “32. The start of eternal life?”

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