I had both a grandfather and a grandpa. You were my grandpa – the one who taught me to dance on your feet, how to catch a fish, that milkshakes are the perfect nightcap, and that grandma cheats in rummy. I miss you.
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For a class I took through IU, I wrote a memoir about my grandpa. He is dearly missed, too. Not too many days go by where I do not think of him. I only hope I will be thought of often by my family way down the road when I'm gone.
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