"Hey Buddy" in that sweet drawn out elderly voice. That's what comes to mind when I think about the man we call Granddaddy. And I tell you what, he may have lost a few fingers, but he had all of his God given teeth! He also had a special disposition about, well, everything. Not sure I ever saw him upset, or agitated about much worth remembering. There's no question in my mind he's resting in a better place now. Wish I could've spent more time with him. Even when he couldn't hear you, he was always ready to listen. Well Granddaddy, "bye bye now" and we'll see you again. You were and still are, a positive example for us all. I love you.