Harry Albert Manson

I knew his chances of living after his accident was thin, but that was the last thing I wanted to hear. He needed to stay strong and be there forever, even though I knew that I was thinking crazily, I didn't want to believe anything else. As I sat in English I was worried out of my mind. I needed to start this story, and if I didn't, then I would greatly regret it. The only problem was the only thing I could think about was my great grandpa. As I sat in my desk I realized exactly what I could...

My grandpa was such a great and special man. I miss him so much. I've got alot of great memories of him. When I was a little girl he used to drive me back and forth in the summertime to Aunt Candy's house. We used to talk and sing for hours. We'd always stop at Naugles and get a bean burrito (Loved the way he said burrito) or the donut shop. I'd sit on a couple of pillows in the front seat so I could be tall just like him. When we drove by other cars they'd stair at me with weird looks...

We met Harry about 1988. Right away, we realized he was a man who didn't mince words, and told it how he saw it. One time, when we came to Candice and Paul's for a holiday, we all went for a weekend at the sand dunes. Harry needed to find a bathroom facility. So, off he went dressed only in his shorts and cowboy boots looking for a tree to duck behind.
We had lots of fun over the years. He was our friend, and we miss him.

Rarely do men pass through our lives and leave so many positive memories. Harry belonged to an elite group of people who will always be remembered with love and respect. He touched my
life and will be missed, but his laughter will always be remembered in my heart. We were all blessed to have
known such a great guy. Love to all and Harry rest in peace.