He just turned 92, but if you ask him, he says 93. He still drives, emails, has two Facebook accounts, does all the cooking and takes care of my Gramma. (She is really going to be 93 this year!)
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When I was a baby, he used to sing to me and walk me up and down the hallway till I fell asleep.
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He taught me all the parts of a train with his model railroad cars, which were always on the shelf in his office.
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Right around the age I was in this snapshot, I started following him around all day in his garden. He taught me how to make things grow.
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He spent many summers teaching me how to play music on the electric organ, even though my feet never quite reached the pedals.
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We played monopoly on the card table. When my siblings and I got old enough for a playhouse, he built a real cabin out of logs and mortar in the backyard. He was just like that – a true craftsman. I used to spend hours watching him making things in his woodshop.
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My life will always be better for spending so much time with him. For 27 years, I lived right next door. And even though I’m not as close by now, I still cherish every visit, phone call, and email from “GP.”
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I love you, Grampa, aka GP.
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