(Make sure you read Part One before you read this.)
“What was under the surface Grandpa?”
“Do we have any chips? I need some potato chips.”
I slumped back. Great, I thought to myself. His train of thought had jumped from one track to another, without skipping a beat. Thanks cancer. Grandpa says something interesting and now I may never figure out what he was talking about. Continue reading “Beneath The Surface, Part Two”