art is the opposite of death

Cold winter nights out on grandpa’s farm we’d stand on the heater to stay warm. Miss you Grandpa, every second of every day. Mad love from the warmest spot in the house. (Taken with instagram) View Larger

Cold winter nights out on grandpa’s farm we’d stand on the heater to stay warm. Miss you Grandpa, every second of every day. Mad love from the warmest spot in the house. (Taken with instagram)