Grandpa gave me my first baseball mitt when I was a little girl. I remember you showing me how to put it on and how to catch. I never played sports in school. Many can say you were their coach but I get to say and call you grandpa. I still have the mitt and will cherish it always.  I am going to miss you dearly. I am so glad I got to visit you recently.  I still remember a few years back bumping into you at Rusty Tractor and you seemed so surprised like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You leaned over to me and winked. You were on one of your lunch "dates" with one of your many "girlfriends". Love and miss you.