The questions I should have asked

The questions I should have asked

The rays of the sun shone through the window, highlighting this wonderful man Garnet, my step-great-grandfather sitting at the kitchen table at the farm north of Erinsville. I had captured the image on my camera as a memory. However, this moment is embedded in my mind. My great-grandfather died before I was even a thought. Garnet had been my great-grandfather’s best friend in Cornwall, Ontario. They had fished along the St. Lawrence River in a l…