When I was back home in Nebraska visiting family and such I realized something. Through all the father figures that have been through my life and the drama that follows one man has been constant, my mother's father. He's a man of few words. Believe me, you want to be sitting next to him any chance you get just so you can hear his quiet but hilarious comments about whatever conversation is taking place.
Thank you for always being there, Grandpa. Even though sometimes you're far away, I still carry you in my heart.
