The Man I Never Knew: Grandpa Tutu
I never got to meet my grandpa, Oliver. He was a middle-school teacher in the Seattle area, loved his family, friends, and volunteering in his church. He passed away before I was born, from complications from AIDs on Thanksgiving Day, 1987. This poem is a tribute to my Grandpa Oliver and a reflection on how far we have come to create a world where Love Wins.