Called Mum tonight because we haven’t chatted a lot recently, and she told me that my cousin heard something in the attic of my grandfather’s old house in Fayetteville, so they went up to check it out. All they found that caught their eye was this old pack of cigarettes and a book of matches - looks like they found Grandpa’s hiding spot. He used to sneak away to smoke because he wasn’t allowed to, we all knew, but never thought to look there. It’s been almost 5 years, we sure do miss him. When I left for work tonight, I could smell wood and cigarettes, just like I remember from his basement. Next time I am in Georgia, I’ll have to leave a pack on his headstone, maybe a bag of circus peanuts too. Ironically enough, I just found out that the Navy Seebees, the battalion my grandfather served in, turns 75 this year. Godspeed Richard Kenneth Brannon Sr. (1940 - 2012).