Time


~12:45 p.m., December 11, 2013.





William Lee Hoskins.

Yes, I'll carry on your name, but also everything you've taught me during over the course of my nearly 35 years.



Love you, Grandpa.

Comments

StephenS said…
Love that photo from the porch. I dig those socks!

Nice tribute.
December 12, 2013 at 9:41 PM
Kelly said…
Thinking of you as you celebrate your Grandpa's life. What a moving tribute along with such moving pictures.
December 12, 2013 at 9:42 PM
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