It's taken me a long time to write this entry because I wasn't quite sure what to say.
I am grateful I was able to spend some time with my grandpa before he passed away. I'll remember the conversation we had the evening when I was "charming him awake". He had taken a pill to help him sleep. I was talking to him for a half-hour or so waiting for it to take effect. My aunt came by and asked if he was feeling tired yet, and he joked not at all and that I must be charming him awake.
He's the man that named his dog "good-boy" which I think is mighty clever.
He taught me how to fish. I also remember the time he took me and Suzanne out in the smaller row boat. Then Suzanne and I decided we were going to walk on this inlet on the lake. We both came back with stickers all over our sneakers. I believe "stickers" may be a Texas thing.
I remember the power boat rides on Lake Granbury. And the time when he was visiting Atlanta and Michelob Ultra had just come out. We tried it and both determined it was "no good". And he was a man who liked a good deli sandwich like the kind he used to get in New York.
