It is still hard to believe that Grandpa is no longer with us in the physical sense. However, he will always be with us in so many other ways. I am so thankful that I am lucky enough to be a Fosberg. I have the Fosberg nose and I am proud of it. I look forward to one day telling my children the story of how their Great Grandpa Kenny was born, or at least the way he claims to have been born! I can't wait to teach them where the hen, rooster and pullet/"pull-it" live. Someday I will teach them the very few words of Paiute Indian and Pig Latin that Grandpa taught me. I will call them Tunker and make sure that they know that they are Fosberg's and should be very proud of the man who started this amazing family. Every time I hear an old cowboy song, I will think of him. When I see a piece of wood that is perfect for whittling into something, I will think of him. When I see the produce section in a grocery story, I will think about how much better Grandpa would have done it! And when I can't decide what kind of pie I want at Thanksgiving, I will take a sliver of each, just like Grandpa did! Our lives will never be the same without you Grandpa. We love you and we will miss you more than you will ever know!