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Family Business

I never got to meet my grandfather's sister, Tilly, during her life. Estranged family and all that. But, when she finally died, I went to the funeral. It had been years since those problems with her nephew. I figured it was time to graft my particular branch back on the family tree, if I could.

After the closed casket ceremony, my Great Uncle Avery came up to me and said: "You must be Edward's grandson, you've got his eyes."

But, I don't. That's my father. I have Great Aunt Tilly's eyes.

Now.

Story by:

J H Hobson

30 July 2015