Saturday, March 21, 2015
Where do I start? I lived in the same house as you more then 1/2 my life. While grandparents can be an abstract concept to some, you were a part of everyday life for me. You rejoiced in my achievements both big and small but also made sure to tell me when I was out of line. "If mom said no Grammy said yes". The times we shared both big and everyday added up to something meaningful I will never forget. I can see you in the kitchen, in your rocker, or at the table in the morning reading the paper and drinking your O.J. I will always remember your love of Charles Bronson movies, Marty Robbins songs, old westerns, and anything Native American. I will miss listening to you tell your ghost stories & talk about events, both within the family or historically, that happened before my time. You were outspoken, strong willed, and kind. I believe I was lucky enough to inherit some of that. Again, sorry for those tough teen years. Dylan will never forget you. Remember our deal. I love you.
