grandpa was my favorite growing up. he always got me toys and gave me candy. what more could a kid want? for christmas each year he would take me to toys r us and tell me to pick out whatever i wanted. when we would come up to visit they would always have chocolate milk and powdered donuts waiting for me. and if i went up to the acu press to visit him, he always had snickers bars in his desk in his office. he also played with me. i can remember playing baseball in his back yard, trips to the zoo, and sitting on him bouncing on his stomach like a trampoline. he also told the best stories. that part was always my favorite. he was a very mischievous little boy and had such personality. he would tell me stories of branding his sister with an iron (and her getting to do it back to him as his punishment), almost cutting her toe off with a shovel because she was kicking dirt into a hole he was digging, tying her to the back of a hog in a wagon (who proceeded to dump her in a cactus patch), convincing her to jump off the roof with an umbrella (telling her it would make her float) and many, many more. he even wrote a book for me called
Grandpa's Stories for Hannah because i liked them so much.
he was also my only grandparent that was alive when my kids were born. and he was so cute with them. when they were babies he would drop by unexpectedly all the time. which didn't work so well since i was nursing pretty much all the time. but he would bring random food from united by when he came and he was just so excited to see the kids. they were scared of old people when they were little, but as they got a little older they LOVED grandpa. especially mason. they were always so excited to see him. he ALWAYS played with them and was so sweet to them. and he loved them so much. he told every single person he saw all about them.
we will miss him very much!
The first two are of me and grandpa and the rest are the kids.


the week he died he was still playing with the kids in his hospital room. you can see him throwing a tiger with sawyer below-
