I miss him every day
Dennis was my maternal grandfather. My parents divorced when I was quite young and my mother and I moved into grandma and grandpa's for awhile. I adored my grandmother, Donna, but sadly, she passed when I was only four years old. My grandpa was with me much longer and I loved him dearly. He spoiled me, often bringing me a treat from the store. When he gave me the candy bar or whatever he had brought to me, I would ask him to bend down for a second. He always acted surprised (although this must've happened a million times) and I would quickly give him a kiss on the cheek and say thank you. He would jump back up grinning like he was the luckiest man on earth and delighted me every time. Of course, there were times that he was not so pleased with me and he would mutter "Why me Lord? Why me?". I find myself saying the same some days. There are so many stories I could tell, so many happy memories of my grandpa, I wouldn't know where to begin. I still love him to pieces and miss him terribly. He was the best grandfather any kid could ever want