Thirteen Love

This is my grandpa. I was a grandpa's girl, so when he passed away in February, I took it pretty hard. I adored him. I am a lot like him. I felt a great peace with his passing, but it was still very hard for me. 

I still think of him as alive, and then have to remind myself that he left months ago to be with the Lord, my grandma and my aunt. 

He adored my grandma, that has been obvious to me my entire life. When she passed away last fall, I knew that he would follow her soon, with a broken heart. He just wanted to be with her, I know that. 

My grandpa never met a stranger. In fact, he met friends in the craziest, most obscure circumstances. 

I remember visiting Minnesota when I was little, year after year. We would walk to McDonalds for breakfast and just about everyone in that restaurant knew him. It was his thing. 

My grandpa was strong-willed, faithful, loving, loyal, captivating and honest. I loved him very much.

This is one of my favorite memories with my grandpa, reading Bernstein Bears, Bears in the Night. He was so animated and I loved it. I bought this book for Carly. I only wish that I would have thought to have him read it to her. 

I inherited many of his traits, and for that I am grateful because he was a great man. 

I hope that I am half as good to Freddy as he was to my grandma.