You always said you were ready to go. Said you’d lived a good long life and seen enough. But I wasn’t ready to let you go Grandpa. You taught me how to fish and how to tie my shoes and how to change a tire. All the stuff Dad was too busy for. The last thing you said to me was “take care of your grandma for me.” She’s doing okay but she misses you something fierce. We both do. Thanks for everything you taught me.