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rules.

  It is a good feeling.

  I closed the book with a smile on my lips, noticing that the clock now said 5:30. A new perception of this man who was my grandfather had emerged this night. I now understood better his refusal to ever talk of the war, but also of the profound effect it had had on his life.

  I thought about the lesson it seemed to be trying to impart on my own life.

  Don’t let your past rule your life, but deal with it and then let it go.

  I could recognize the wisdom, but knew that it would be hard enough to put into practice in real life. Still, it was something to strive for. After all, there had to be some reason that he had kept this book around for all of these years.

  Picking up the leather book, I took a moment to wrap the rawhide string around it and tied it securely. Taking it over to my bookcase, I gently placed it on the shelf with a smile.

  “Thanks gramps,” I said as I turned and headed downstairs. It was time for breakfast, and I was starved.

  Copyright 2012-2014 J.T. Lewis

  Copyright 2012-2014 by J.T. Lewis