Last night my grandfather past away. He lived a good life, and I will miss him. If you know you me, once I get past my initial shyness I have a weird but good sense of humor. I owe this to my father and grandfather. In August I saw him and remember laughing at a story he told about when he worked on a turkey farm. I actually recorded these stories the last time I was home and listened to them again last night.
The things I will always remember will be riding around in his pick-up and going to the bank to see my grandmother. She was a teller and would give my brother and me candy. I remember how he would never ride “The Ducks” in Branson because they reminded him of when he served in the military. I will remember that he loved the casinos as much as I did, and I will never forget his smile.
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