Charlie Kirkpatrick is my grandfather. He married my grandmother the year I was born. I am truly grateful to have him in my life. Growing up I always waited to hear his truck turn the corner so I could play in and practice my taxi cab driving in his truck. Now as an adult I loved to hear his stories of things he had been through and the different things he had seen over the years. April of this year I drove out and spent time with him. He enjoyed his three great grandsons playing in his yard and seeing what all they could get into. My children will always know him as their grandfather. You will always in our hearts Grandpa Charlie! R. I.P.