In one of the prisons we were were working, we were not scheduled to perform till the evening, so we took a day trip to visit Grand Rapids, the city where my dad grew up. We got to visit his house, grade school and high school, all the places he used to go, the park and also his mothers grave. I never had the privilege of meeting Rose, my dads mom, she died of cancer when my dad was 20, but I am grateful to her for giving me my dad:) It was special to see so many places that my dad had told us stories about over the years.
On these same steps, we have a picture of my dad posing with his whole football team when he was 14 years old!
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