Sunday, February 22, 2009
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You know, I never really met my real grandfather. That may seem sad, which it is. Even so, I wouldn�t have wanted it any other way. In fact, I considered Jerry my actual grandfather. He was the sweetest man you would ever meet, yet he could cause quite a ruckus if he wanted to. He was a simple man who loved sitting around campfires, watching NASCAR races, and spending time with his family. I always loved seeing that smile on his face when we would walk through the door to come visit them, and how he jokingly said that there was nobody home. I loved how he teased me about girls. I loved how enthusiastic he was about camping with his family. I loved his laugh. But most of all, I loved how kind he was. I just wish he could have been here to see me graduate, he would have been so proud of me. Thanksgiving dinner sure won�t be the same without him at the head of the table. So, Jerry, we�ll miss you. We�ll always be thinking about you. And as you always used to say before you hung up the phone, �we�ll see ya��
