An Anniversary of sorts

Today marks 18 years since my Grandpa J died. Sometimes...most times I miss him terribly. I miss the dry sense of humor that as a child I didn't appreciate, but understand as an adult. I miss the gruffness that disappeared with us grandkids. I miss the advice that he never got to give me. I think I miss most the leadership role that he had for our family. I hope that he's watching over me from somewhere and is proud of who I've become. And I hope that he knows that I still think about him. Love you Grandpa.