Continued from  last blog:

And then on Feb. 26, 2009, I responded to someone who wanted to communicate with me, on an early Blogspot site.   I wrote   “Hi. You visited my site?”

She had, and she wrote:

“Hello…

“My name is Krista Smith, and I just had something to share with you. You may not be interested at all, but I would just feel better telling you.

“One day, a few months ago I decided I would google my grandpa’s name, because you just never know what you’ll find.  For me, I found your site, that had a piece in a poem about my grandpa, or Pawpaw, as I call him.  Sonny Smith.  Of all the things in the world I imagined I’d find, that certainly wasn’t one of them.  For months I’ve thought about it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I knew for sure that it was Pawpaw in your poem, because Cheshire is where I was raised, he was  bald, (even I didn’t know that until after he passed), he did wear a toupee, and even when I was younger I could tell he wasn’t well liked by everyone. He was the type of person that you either loved or you hated and that was that. In your poem you said you still drive through Cheshire and I hated the thought that the bald man that no one liked might be a thought in your head. So if you wouldn’t mind let me tell you my version of this man so that maybe the next time you drive through Cheshire you can think of him differently.  Jumping right in” ….(Continued in tomorrow’s  blog)