My Grandfather

My grandfather died when I was three, so I have a couple images of him in my head, but that is all.

This painting hung in my parent's dining room all the years I was growing up. For some reason I got it stuck in my head that it was a picture of my grandfather. I'd sit and stare at it, read to him and even pray with him.

Then today, I saw it in the sidebar of Amy's blog and it made me smile to think of my grandfather again and how for 18 years I thought it was him.