Friday, April 12, 2019
When my brother and I were young we would stay the night at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Grandma always made bacon and scrambled eggs in the morning and of course us kids needed ketchup on everything. Grandpa would pass the ketchup but not before jokingly tipping it upside down over our head and saying "would you like a little ketchup on your head." He loved his gravy, I'll never forget the Holiday dinners, Grandpa always had a plate with a rim so that his food was swimming in gravy, I always giggled at him about it. We made lego golf obstacles for him and he always sank that hole in one. We watched golf with him just to be in the room with him. He was always tinkering in his shop or at his desk. I made him a few CDs and to this day I still listen to Benny Goodman. He always had his classical music on while reading the paper. I'll never forget him and know he's watching over us and guiding us. He taught me some valuable life lessons that have brought me to where I am today. Love you Grandpa, you're at peace now.
