When my son was about Daisy's age, my Dad loved being a grandpa, but a year later he was dead of esophageal cancer. The school where I worked gave me this plum tree in a bucket, and I planted it, and since I'm 1300 mikes from his grave, sometimes when I get lonely fir my Dad I talk to the tree (don't judge, LOL) anyway, today the first plums were ripe and Daisy and I were under the tree, gobbling them and suddenly the memories of a plum tree my dad planted in our yard when I was a child, and my Dad with my infant son, and her daughter and I under the tree eating plums were all combined in just too much emotion.
The word was old person, and this shows a toddler, but the old man is very present anyway
