A Day In August ~ Charlotte and The Acorns

Hiya Dad,

            Here is just a little story I've meant to share with you for a while now; I'm sorry I do not remember the exact day it happened.  On one of the last days Johnny was home, Phil brought Charlotte up for a day visit to go to the pool. We walked over; Phil and Johnny charging ahead of us, Charlotte and I meandering more slowly behind them.  I was looking ahead at my son walking with my brother, trying so hard not to be sad about Johnny leaving soon.  As we were walking, Charlotte saw some acorns scattered about ~ she picked one up and said, "We saw these when we went with Grandpa."  I was amazed that she recalled such a thing from the day we took your ashes to Ft. Harrison.  I said, "yes, we sure did, I saved a couple that were under Grandpa's tree."  She nodded, and rolled the acorn around in her little fingers, inspecting every side of it. Then, quite abruptly, she tossed it into the street, saying, "This one isn't Grandpa's."  I love that she would only treasure an acorn that was "yours," Dad, and I love that she said we "went with" you. 

Love,

Alys