Eyes in the Back of His Heart
By Glenn Dromgoole My grandfather was a gentle and loving man who went blind at the age of forty or so. He died when I was sixteen, but I’ve never forgotten him. Tap. Tap. Tap.Slow. Deliberate.One tap. One step.Another tap. Another step.Feeling his way. Carefully. Gently.His cane announces his coming.Tap. Tap. Tap. He cannot see me,
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