We were there the night Jonathan was born. I held him in my arms and kissed him on the forehead. I said a little silent prayer----God, please don't let him be killed or wounded in some damn war we don't intend to win---There is a little bit of me out there on that football field. The willingness to work hard, the willingness to follow the rules and the ability to take a hit and get up and give it another GO! Our grandson is a senior this year. This was his last football game. In a couple of months he'll be eighteen years old. He will do just like the rest of us, he'll be out to make a life of his own.
I love you, Jonathan!
Grandpa Joe
PS: I sure had a lot more hair 17+ years ago!

I love you, Jonathan!
Grandpa Joe
PS: I sure had a lot more hair 17+ years ago!
