My Grandfather died 3 years ago in October at the age of 71. He died in his sleep after surgury.
Pap was always happy. I remeber his warm hugs, his burgers from the grill, the pool in his back yard, his pipe, his delicious egg sandwitches and his laugh. I remember everything about him and I miss him the more I think about him.
One thing about Pap that always stuck in my head was the fact that he loved to fish. I get alot of my love of fishing from him. But I never actually took a trip with him fishing. Right before he died though, he promised me a fishing trip. I'm still waiting for him to keep his promise.
I miss Pap more than anything. He means everything to me.
I love you Pap.