Friday, November 15, 2013
I remember the first time going to the farm. So beautiful and it had just rained. Grandpa called me porcupine because of my hair and I was amazed looking at all the flowers grandma planted around the house. We sat out front and I asked so many questions, I hope I wasn't buggy. I will truly miss him and every story I ever heard has already been passed down to our kids. We love you grandpa and we love you too grandma, very very much.
