Leave a legacy

A longtime ago, well before sunup as our household lay snuggly dreaming unremembered dreams; grandfather arose first to stoke the old potbelly coal stove wherein the flames slumbered deeply along with the rest of us. Ah, but the fiery embers seldom rest. No, rather they lay secluded...motionless throughout the night, nestled beneath thick heavy blankets of sooty ashes eyes-wide-open, peeking out, expectantly watching, ofttimes barely containing themselves awaiting the grandfather's faithful arduous 4:30 a.m. task.