We are so blessed to have so many wonderful memories with our loving, amazing Grandpa. From bike rides to the neighborhood gas station, to him cackling at almost everything I said and calling me his “meatball” or “something else.” From fishing excursions in the boat—where he laughed at me for complaining the whole time and joked that my country music scared all the fish away—to quiet moments by a fire that meant the most.
I will miss my dart-playing buddy, my golfing partner, and sitting in lawn chairs updating him on life. He never said no—unless it meant leaving Grandmommy’s side, which I admired most about him! I will miss him laughing every time Brittany and I went at it in the kitchen.
I’ll miss you more than words can say. I will have many stories to tell Graham. Enjoy golfing in heaven, Grandpa, and save me a spot by the campfire.