My grandpa was one of the best people I knew. He was my southpaw buddy or as I liked to say southpaw in crime. Most of my favorite memories were never specific or detailed, but I do remember them. All my favorite memories with my grandpa were very simple. I would come over to visit him and he would always be in his chair now it was upgraded awhile ago, but it was kinda always there. His big chair right in-front of the tv. My dad would bring me over or my mom would to stay the night. I would come over to my grandpa’s cooking for dinner almost every time, and I promise you. Grandpa always made sure I ate good. Papa was a really good cook at that, so it always was the best. After all that and it would be time to go to bed. Grandma had to sleep in the bed, but grandpa found it hard to sleep unless he was in the chair or before when I was young he would just take the couch because I passed out with grandma in the bed. And always in the middle of the night I would wake up to make snacks and grandpa would always wake up by the sound of the microwave or he would be up. He always had the food network playing on tv and I would make ramen and always asked if he wanted anything. Him and I would talk for hours or maybe just 30 minutes or so, but everything we talked about was so meaningful to me even if it was the most random things. We would talk about how my life at school is, my softball, or any other sports I was playing at the time, friends, etc. He would listen to me rant about the stupidest stuff and he would give me advice. That was how I learned was it’s like to be cared about by a man and how a man should listen to me if I wanted to talk about anything. My grandpa showed me that. Along with everything he showed me growing up as well or the life lessons he taught me during those talks. Another one of my favorites memories would be how every time I came over I would steal grandpa’s popsicles well I asked every time, but he would always let me have them and it’s simple but I loved it. Another core story I do have with my grandpa would be one day I was going to hitting lessons and I needed a ride, so grandpa offered to drive me. Papa got us there very early like 45 minutes to an hour early. And he just randomly parked away from the cars and told me I was driving. Obviously I was like “what!?” But he calmly continued that I’m driving. So we switched. And I got in the drivers seat fixed my mirrors cause he told me to and he showed me how to move the seat up the right way. Then we lapped around that parking lot for almost an hour and when it became time for my hitting lesson we stopped. But while I was driving he was so calm with me and explained to me how to drive very calmly so I didn’t freak out. That was the first time I drove a car ever, and I’m glad it was with grandpa because I will never forget it. He always said I shouldn’t be scared of driving and that he knew I was going to be good driver but that could’ve just been him trying to make me feel better. Grandpa was someone that impacted my life so much, and he was always there for me and made me feel like his little princess. I will forever be grateful for him making me the woman I am today. As well I will miss him forever. Papa was the time of man who would make anyone laugh even if he didn’t know them, and he always treated grandma like a queen even when he would be goofy with her. He was the type of person who was so competitive on family game night and would always try to win whether we would be playing cards, marbles, or even a random board game. Papa always had this evil grin but it was so funny. Papa was the person to always be willing to teach and never take lip from anyone. He was the type of person who would come in your life even for a day and you couldn’t forget him. He was the type of person who adored watching me play softball and would brag about me to all his friends wherever he went. Grandpa was a great person and my #1 fan. He will always be my third base coach in my heart. He will always be the man who taught me how to draw, cook, skin a fish and cook it, how to stand up for myself, how to stay strong, push through, and always stick with your commitments. He taught me a lot, not just that. Either way through the 15 years and 10 months I got to have him in my life he made me a better person and who I am today. Papa, my southpaw in crime, you will forever be missed by anyone who had the wonderful chance to have you in their life, and you wereloved by many.