To the most loved facilitator of memories, you are missed beyond words.
Thanks for being our broomstick toting- owl hunt tour guide, as well as our hay stacker in the barn (which we used as forts), and our tire swing pusher. You hosted Easter bonnet contests, lobster dinners, and The Three Amigos movie nights. You acted as photographer to our photo shoots and the number one prankster on April Fools day. You let us push you in the pool while wearing your work clothes, all so we could laugh from deep down inside our bellies. You made sure that life was never boring at the farm... you filled our days with hay rides, airplane excursions, and fishing expeditions. You let us get swallowed up in an afternoon of life-sized bubbles (with wands made out of coat hangers). You were a hammock laying, dog loving, book reading, and golf cart riding grandpa. You drank a Coke with breakfast, used a dollar bill as a book mark, and there was never a moment where you weren't carrying a Newspaper. There is not a Sunday morning church bell that does not make me think of you and how you had us ring the bell as a distinguished honor.
You read the stories I wrote, came to grandparents day, & school Thanksgiving feasts... not to mention all of my plays, recitals and concerts. You were the creator of dreams and the twinkle in all of our eyes. We love you & miss you. This airplane ride is for you…
|Olly & Daddy playing airplane|