Yesterday, I decided to get away even if it was for the day, and go somewhere I have not been in 10 years. It’s a small town called Pineville. I went there every summer to visit my dad and grandparents. So I go to the neighborhood where they once lived. It’s changed some not much. The house they lived in was torn down. Across the street lived my grandparents best friends, I remember I called him Uncle Red, he was the police of chief there at one time. They were such good people. So I see the house he lived in wondering if he was still alive. Just as I am leaving the neighborhood I see him in the yard. What joy did I have. I pulled over and asked if his name was Red, even though I knew it was. I told him who I was he had tears in his eyes. We talked for about an hour. He said before you leave town I want you to do something, go to the courthouse and take a picture of the Veteran Monument that your grandfather built, immediatly I started to cry, how could I have forgotten this. I remember the last time I saw the monument was when he died and they did they gun salute for him. So I went there and took this pic, and grandpa this one is for you. I miss you so much!