The best memory I have of Grandpa is when he and I went fishing. Whenever we go, we always had a routine. We'd always get the boat ready and I would get in it and help him steer it. Then when we were out far enough to fish, he would always put these worms on the hook and I would watch him. I would think, "that looks great, those fish probably love those!" It took time, but was worth it. Then came the fun part: fishing! Usually he would get a net ready when we did this. When a fish was caught, he would say, "You got a big one!" when really it was small. After we did that we cleaned the fish and I was really interested in that. When we got home, we then fried and ate them. Yum! What fun times I had with my Grandpa.
Love you Grandpa, Rest in peace.