Description: It's only weird if you make it weird.
It's only weird if you make it weird.
Grandpa Harv was probably the grandparent that I had ultimately spent the most time with. Going through old pictures recently reminded me of the times he had come out to California or Hawaii to visit us where my pa was stationed. We had also visited family quite a bit up in Michigan for the holidays and he was always on the itinerary. One of the awesome things about him (and all the LeCroix kin, really) is that “step” was never used in reference to the way I was related. I was just his “grandson, Casper, Da
I could always bet on there being lots of laughter and good times when he would come to visit, especially when my uncle (more like a cousin…and later brother) James would show up as well. I remember looking at my grandpa with his Hawaiian shirts, always coiffured hair, big smile, even bigger hands, firm hugs, and wise words that would make me think “man, I can’t wait to be a grandpa”. If I could have figured out how to skip having my own children and go straight to being a grandpa there was a time I would h