Henry William Sagazie.

Six feet under. I went and visited him today. You wouldn't believe what a beautiful day it is here. I sat on his grave. Then I laid down on his grave. One leg bent, the other crossed over it, hands behind my head. I watched the white clouds burgeon and swirl below the deep blue sky. I watched different shapes form, a "C", a fist held high, an angel with arms outstretched. The sun came and went from behind the clouds. Warm on my face when it was out. I heard the wind in the trees, I looked at the sun resting in pockets on the mountain. Blue Mountain. This is where I belong. I listened to the music pouring from the car windows, from the car that my mom gave me. My mom, half my grandfather, and I, half of her. All heart. He was. She is. I am.

This isn't really the pic I wanted. I have one of grandpa holding me when I was a little toe-headed curly-haired kid. I'll have to scan it in... This was before I was born. Mom, dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Matt, Marie and that must be my cousin Steven in the middle.

And here we are at Big Trees.

Grandpa, me, Matt, Melissa, Danny.