I don't honestly know where to begin, He was a fabulous husband, father, grandfather, and great grandfather..... I loved my grandaddy since before I could even say grandaddy. His favorite place to sit at was the kitchen table, I use to sit with him in his lap, and we would look out the window, he would always tell me "Look theirs a purple elephant!" He would always be telling me these stories he would make up and i would always be soo fascinated. He would curl his hand up in a ball and make his hand walk across the table he would call it "Peg" and I would just laugh and smile. I was the only grandchild so him and I had a special kind of relationship from the start. My granddaddy was such a jokster he loved to tell jokes. As soon as I would walk in the door he would have to sit me down and tell me his latest funny. He was such a great man. And as I got older are relationship grew more special, he would often dream of me, and when he would wake up, he would say to my grandmother "Hey would you call Nikki, and make sure she's ok?" He was such a kind, honest, generous, and caring, man with such integrity. I always looked up to him. My first born Alexandra loved him too she was his first great grandchild they too had a special relationship. He would always pick on Lexi, and he would laugh it made her so mad... That's just the way he was and how he showed his affection. I would give anything just to walk in the door and to hear just one more joke. When I would visit when I  was a young adult right before I was about to leave he would always tell me to "make sure you call me when you get home". Always worried for my safety. My second born Summer, wasn't so fortunate my grandaddy and her weren't able to develop a relationship, because he was sick in the hospital soon after she was born. I remember everyone told me not to bring her up there to see him at the hospital, because of all the germ's. I didn't listen I had to get her up there to see her great grandaddy. When I walked into the room I lifted the blanket I had draping over her car seat, and I remember him touching her little foot and saying to me "shes beautiful honey"  He never made it out of the hospital that last time. I am so glad I went on my instinct, and took her up there. If I hadn't he would've never gotten to meet her. I sang Amazing Grace at his funeral it was a last tribute to my wonderful grandaddy. He was such an amazing man. I don't know how I got through the song with out breaking down. Something came over me. Everyone said it sounded beautiful. I dream of my grandaddy often almost every night since his passing. It's strange because he use to dream of me when he was alive and now that he's gone I dream of him. There again that special connection. I love you Grandaddy! I always have, and I always will.... You will be missed by many... Love Always, Stephanie, Lexi, Summer, Betty, Jean, & Debbie.  Always in our heart's, and on our mind's.....