
Your mischevious grin.
Your laugh.
The sound of your voice and the way you say my name.
Your smell.
How you teased the cat when you thought no one was watching. And how we laughed when you got caught.
Your great undying love and devotion to our Peyton.
Your stories.
Your quiet dignity.
Your beautiful and heartfelt prayers.
Your strong, enduring love and pride for your family.
Your sense of humor.
Our trips to "chucka" when Gram was out of town. Just the two of us.
The way you checked on me and "cased" my apartment to make sure I was always safe.
Your faith in God.
Your acceptance of me, everything about me.
And so much more.
When times get hard. When I'm lonely. When I'm afraid. These are the things I rewind and replay. Some of the best things in this world are things YOU gave me. Even though you're gone I can still rely on you to help me through. I miss you so much. I love you heart and soul.
Happy Birthday, Gramps.
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