Sunday, March 25, 2012
My Grandpa was the kindest man I ever knew. In the 35 years I have been on this Earth, I never one time saw him act rude, mean or hateful-ever. In fact, I don't know if I ever even saw him crabby. He started every day singing and whistling a tune, and went to bed doing the same. A piece of me felt like part of him passed away when Grandma died in 2009. And, now I feel like the rest of Grandma went with him when he passed away last week. The two of them were a unit, like one big long wordgrandmaandgrandpa. I will miss both of them so much for the rest of my life. I couldn't have had better, more dedicated, more FUN, more trustworthy, more kind, more loving grandparents than my Grandma and Grandpa.
