Today would have been your 88th birthday, Anthony, so Menzies, Benita, and your little granddaughter, went to the cemetery. I cried inside the big hug of Ming as this beloved toddler ran around, gathering leaves and branches to place on your grave. It was uncanny the way she seemed to connect with you but of course that is my imagination taking a bit of a leap. You would have adored her the way I do, and she would have adored you. In my mind’s eye, I see her clambering onto your lap and noticing your furrowed brow, your big nose, and your twinkling eyes. Happy birthday Ants.
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