That day would be important in my life, although I wasn't
even born yet.
In fact, my parents had not even met.
It was the day the Grandfather I would never know
was killed by a drunk driver while walking
on the side of a road in a small East Texas town.
My Dad was two weeks shy of his 16th birthday.
As anyone can probably imagine it was devastation to this family.
My Grandmother was a young widow at 34
with a teenager and a young daughter to raise.
Life would take twists and turns and things would
work out. But I can only believe that was one
very hard Christmas.
My Dad never discusses this event, yet it shaped him,
69 years ago today.
I just wanted to remember my Grandfather Luke
because I found his information while doing a search on
the website at Ancestory.
So I took a photo from a local cemetery marked UNKNOWN
that will mark my remembrance of the Grandfather
I never knew, yet who lives in my blood, and through
the blood of his Great Grandchild who still bear his name.