Happy Leap Year/Day

The only reason that I care anything at all about February 29th is that it is my grandpa's birthday. My grandpa, Emory Beeson, has been gone for quite a few years now, but since he only got a birthday every four years I would still like to wish him a "Happy Birthday". He and my oldest sister celebrated their 16th birthdays the same year. My memories of him are a mixture of my own recollection and stories I have heard. Whenever I hear his siblings or children talk about him, I find a little bit more of myself. I see him in my dad and my brother. They love baseball. They love to argue. They are proud to carry the name Beeson. My grandpa divvied out all his change to his grandkids each year for Christmas and I thought it was a goldmine. My grandpa's speech was a little hard to understand, due to a cleft lip, but I can still hear his voice clearly. This isn't the only day I remember you, Grandpa.