What I remember most about my grandfather are the little things he always did for me. For example, on my visits to see him as a child, he would always stock his fridge with soda's he new I liked. He would fresh squeeze my orange juice each morning and always buy me a hot dog at the beach. Grandpa would plan out my visits so that I never had a chance to be bored.

What I think of now, when I think of my Grandpa is the stories he told me in the last year of his life. To think that one man could do so much in his lifetime is unbelievable. Makes you think anything is possible.

Love you Gramps! RIP

Rayna