For the past 45 minutes I've been trying to write a blog post that features my Granddaddy. Maybe the struggle is because I lack the ability to distill everything that is delightful and fine about this man I love so much, and the week we just spent together, into something anybody would want to read.
You can't possibly capture the essense of a person so remarkable and special and unique in a single blog post. I've told you about him before, and I don't know when I'll ever stop. This trip is harder to put out of my memory now that I've returned to Greensboro. Partly because every visit brings growing reminders of what age will likely do to us all. And partly because in less than 2 weeks, I'm returning to south Alabama. But that's a story for later. Now I just needed to write something, anything, that would help me convey the near futility of the writing process when we're so close to a subject. Writer's block has many faces, no?