Grandpa always had the best tall tales about his youth. With his perfect sense of timing they were knee-slapping, side-splitting hilarious in a way that most professional comedians would envy. That one about how he got his limp, man, the joy ride from Hell! His eyes always lit up on that one.
After the funeral I took a hike in those woods that featured in so many of his stories. I could imagine them as if I was there.
And then I saw it.
Right where he said it would be.
I laughed so hard the tears flowed.
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