There once was a man named Louis who would sometimes work until very late at night. When he came home, his young son, Brandon, would often wake up wondering where his dad had been. Louis worked as a certified public accountant, and when you’re an accountant, that sometimes means working until very late each night. So, Louis began to tell Brandon that whenever he saw the moon in the night sky, that’s where his dad would be.
Brandon could hardly believe his little brown eyes when his father told him that he had been on the moon. Up until that point, Brandon thought maybe the moon might be made of cheese, or perhaps it was a giant chocolate chip cookie, but maybe that’s because he was always hungry, so even something as simple as the moon looked like it might be good enough to eat.
Some nights, when Brandon would look up at the moon, it seemed broken, but his father told him not to worry and that he would fly up in his giant green rocket ship to fix it. By the time Brandon looked out his window the next night, the moon would be put together again. It’s almost as if the moon might be a puzzle because it needs to be fixed, so Brandon would always imagine his dad riding around in his rocket ship, collecting the pieces of the moon so that he could put it back together again.
Years later, in 2012, when Louis passed away, and Brandon had his own three children, Hanna, Teresa, and Luke, he told the three of them the story of how their Pap used to tell him about fixing the moon when he was a little boy. And today, every time he or his children look at the moon, they think their grandfather is living there, and whenever the moon looks broken, they know their Pap will put it back together again for them for years to come.
The moon has always held a special place in the hearts of many people, but it holds an extra special place in the hearts of Brandon and his family today because whenever they look up at the moon, they think that’s probably where Louis is. Louis is remembered today as a beloved father, grandfather, friend, and businessman, and he was beloved by everyone who knew him. The memories he shared with his grandchildren, four sons, friends, and everyone who knew him will be cherished forever.
This story is based on the story my grandfather, Louis Perry, or (Pap as my siblings and I called him), used to tell my dad, Brandon Perry, while he was growing up. The story was then passed on to my brother, sister, and me once my grandfather had passed away back in 2012. May the memory of my Pap continue to live on for years to come. This story is dedicated to my dad, Brandon Perry, and is in memory of my Pap.
This was written by our founder and editor-in-chief, Hanna Peters.
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