My Grampa was a great man. He was hard working, dedicated, a true man of his word. He knew what he liked and what he didn't and wasn't afraid to let people know, but that wasn't all he was.
My Grampa loved. He loved his friends, the church, and his brother. He loved his "babies" (grandchildren and great-grandchildren). He loved his daughters and son-in-law. But the love of his life was my Gramma, Judy.
My Grampa was a silly man who wasn't afraid to have a little fun. He tell you tales from his past so fully and so colorfully, you could see yourself there.
This note doesn't serve justice in showing how great of a man my Grampa was, but none could.
He is missed by so many people.
So I just have to say, I love you, you old coot. And I'll see you later.