Thank you for your humor, generosity, life lessons, and affinity for Opera. I loved waiting for you to come home on Friday and Saturday nights after a long day at work just so we could see you and talk to you for a few minutes before heading off to bed. I remember sun tanning and drinking iced tea with mint from your flower beds. I’ll cherish the stories of my father causing you all kinds of trouble in his youth; including him blowing a trashcan lid sized hole in your perfect lawn from a homemade firecracker he constructed. Thank you for taking my brother and me on trips. Thank you for always being willing to help us in any time of need. Thank you for taking care of us the best way you knew how. Thank you for your love and friendship. I’ll certainly miss our chats that were snarky, witty, and filled with all sorts of well intentioned ribbing. Most of all, thank you for being my grandfather. May the Lord keep and bless your soul as you’re welcomed and greeted by friends and family in everlasting peace.