Revisited this one, brought a tear to my eyes. :’)

Fredrik Kayser

The days were cold when we wandered over the mountains. We had no destination, we just followed our feet. He would look at me, smiling. His silence speaking volumes.

He was never one to squander words, we are alike that way. Calm observers. It was always with unspoken words that we talked. He showed me the way, taught me the lessons I needed to repair my life, by simply being there. He pointed at my horizon and I could see for the first time, what kind of man I wanted to be.

Respect, kindness, compassion and love.

Like my Grandfather.

100 words. I was inspired to try this kind of thing by reading some of Ela’s work. Check out her blog if you haven’t already, it’s worth it. ;) Lastly, the man in the photo is indeed my gradfather.

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