When I was a little kid, whenever I was at my Grandmom and Grandpop's house, there was always one thing I wanted to see. It was my Grandparent's Cuckoo Clock. I was mesmerized by it, I had to see it almost every hour to hear the little bird cuckoo and hear the music box play and the little figurines dance around. Well sadly, my Grandfather passed away March 9, 2008 which hit my family somewhat hard. He was a great man and will be missed by all. His cuckoo clock, I almost consider a family heirloom, although it's probably not, lives on, now in my possession. Not to sound like I'm benefitting from the dead, because I certainly, with all my heart wish he was still alive, but it will be one more thing for me to look at and remember him by. Every time I hear the cuckoo and the music, I'll be able to think of him. And its not that I need to hear it to remember him, heck there is so much that reminds me of him, and of my Grandmom as well. It's just one more thing to help me realize that while he may have gone to a better place, his spirit, and my Grandmom's spirit for that matter too, are still here with me.

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