March 17th
“Grandfather Murphy”
I remember, well, my Grandfather Murphy. I used to sit on his lap in the living room,
When I was a young boy.
He was kind. I remember that he
reminded me of Abraham
Lincoln. But not as
tall.
He died when I was 6--1 month before my 7th
birthday. My Mom said I became
withdrawn
And would hardly even talk.
My Mom said my first grade school teacher called and said,
“what’s wrong? He
acts like he just lost his best friend.”
My Mom said that I did.
As a young boy, this was my first real encounter with
death. I still remember him.
He was kind, loyal, and loving. And smart.
My Grandfather had only a 4th grade
education. Yet he went to Carnegie Tech
( now
Carnegie Mellon ), to study later in his life. As I got older, I find myself thinking, more
And more, about people that I love ( or loved me), in this
life.
Granddad, this one is for you.
Respectfully,
Robert P. Wallman
6/22/07
Ps My
Grandfather’s Mother and Father were from County Cork Ireland.
I was told
that they met on the boat coming over from Ireland.
Happy Saint
Patrick’s Day Everyone—May the luck of the Irish always
Be with you
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