he was my best friend
You have to understand that My Grandpa helped raise me. I am who I am today because of Him.
 In one of my favorite stories, I'm not sure how old I was. Pretty young, I think; my mom could help me with this but I don't care to bother her about it since I have so many times before. This memory lapse thing isn't as much of a nicety as one may think. Probably should because I'm remembering My Grandma being mentioned so yeah, I would have to have been really young:
I also ask that you, perhaps, acknowledge the fact that my memory isn't the best so even though I've heard some of these stories hundreds of times, I can't possibly retell them as He could, and this is but a glimpse of what this man meant to me.
My grandma and mom were planning a trip for the two of them and all of us kids to go.. I don't recall.. but as we were all packed up and ready to go, it was announced, as with any family trip I'm sure, that if anyone were to act up, the car would be turned around and the culprit would stay home with Grandpa.
I'm pretty sure you know where this goes..
I walked into His office with the biggest smile on my face.
The smile He would have as He told this one.. :)