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Posted on 01.12.09 by K. Daniel Glover @ 3:32 pm
Days after his heart surgery, Grandpa asked a nurse, “Will I be able to play the banjo?” She assured him he would. “That’s wonderful,” Grandpa Tumblebug answered. “I’ve always wanted to play the banjo.” He was such a fun-loving man. I miss him. Filed under: Family and Redneck Music Comments:
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