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July 22, 2018

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January 14, 2017
Our deepest sympathy on the loss of your dear one. We enjoyed knowing Hsrold over the years and we send our thoughts and prayers to all of you. God Bless you all at this sad time.,
January 13, 2017
12 years ago I was a recent college graduate who had just moved home and begun a job at a veterinary hospital. Princess was a regular who suffered from extreme allergies; she required weekly injections, daily medications, and a special diet sold only by veterinarians. She and her dad, Mr Masters, immediately became my favorite clients. I looked forward to their visits, standing for a hour or more to chat with them in the lobby despite my employer's lack of enthusiasm at my one-track mind. I would adjust my lunch times so I would be in the clinic when they arrived and I waited in the break room after my shift so I could see them.

Princess needed special care when her dad traveled and so she began staying with me during his trips. She loved the farm with its open space, walks on the canal banks, and playing with my cows, dogs, and cats. Mr Masters would invite me and my mom to dinner when he returned home (mom watched and medicated Princess during the days when I worked), he said it was payment for Princess-sitting but I took advantage of this time to hear the tales from his latest adventure. Soon I could no longer wait for Mr Masters to take trips to share a dinner and we planned our dates more frequently; sometimes I'd pick him up so mom and I could cook for him, other times he'd insist on taking us to his favorite restaurant, Cottonwood Grille. I would pester him with endless questions about the places he'd been, the people he's met, and the life he has led. He would push me to travel and experience the world for myself, not just through the recollections of an elderly gentleman. This year I am planning my first international trip and I immediately thought of Mr Masters and how I can finally be the one to send him postcards and trinkets from faraway places.

Mr Masters's stories allowed me, a small town girl who has never been more than a day's drive from home, to travel the world and to experience history. He would share photos and mementos from his adventures and through him I traveled to places I couldn't dream of. He fascinated me with memories of his childhood, of living with his grandparents in southern California, working as a newsboy outside Hollywood studios, and visiting his mom who worked in a vaudeville show. I held my breath in apprehension when he would tell stories of his exploits as a military pilot and the daring jobs he performed. I shared in his delight when he showed off his Christmas Village, art pieces, or antiques teaching me the histories of each item. I felt his overwhelming love of family when he tenderly remembered his children's adolescence, proudly listing accomplishments of not only them but of his grandchildren and great grandchildren.

A conversation with Mr Masters could mesmerize and leave me enchanted for days, his personality oozed joy and merriment which was infectious. He is the closest thing to a grandpa I have ever known (both of mine having passed long before my birth.)

God bless you Mr Masters, I will always be grateful to you for allowing me to trespass into your magical life and for welcoming me without hesitation. I will treasure the memories of our friendship forever and carry you with me in my heart.