Grandpa was pretty much the ideal childhood grandparent. My siblings and I were fortunate to grow up close to them, so we spent tons of time with him and Grandma when we were kids. Lexy and I had sleepovers at their house, we went to the lake, they took us on day trips and big vacations, and we celebrated nearly every holiday, birthday, and graduation together. I especially loved going to Grandma and Grandpa's house for catfish frys in the summer.
Grandpa always played along with Lexy's and my make-believe games, and he always had a funny face or silly joke on hand to make us laugh. As I got older, I grew to appreciate the quiet, reserved demeanor he often had. Actually, it made me feel more confident in myself, because I shared those personality traits with him. I loved telling him crazy kid stories from my time at Boys & Girls Club. Those and any story about my bizarre, mischievous cat, Charles, were almost guaranteed to make him snort-laugh.
I already miss Grandpa's quiet one-liners and the weird cartoon drawings he drew in my birthday cards. I'll miss seeing him behind the bar at family gatherings, making everyone any kind of cocktail they want. He really got a lot of life right, and I'm grateful to have been a part of his world.