My grandpa would have liked this.

This food face was unprompted and I immediately missed my grandfather. He lived alone in New Orleans during the last years of his life and would eat out regularly, entertaining restaurant servers by leaving faces with the remnants of his dinners. Sometimes, he would take photos of his art and mail them to me. As a little girl, I’d see his handwriting on an envelope, thick and boxy, all caps, and know that something fun was inside. The energy level of my youngest would have sent my grandpa in the opposite direction, but these moments of random creativity might have made him pause for a bit before his exit.

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