I really do think my Poppy was one of the best men to walk the earth. He had a quiet strength and his manner was always gentle, yet he was so full of wisdom.
My favorite memories are his gingerbread men pancakes and listening to Johnny Cash in his pickup. Poppy did love to sing.
The night we buried him my Grandma gave each of us a few little things from her to remember my Grandpa by. That is just her way, and I think it was healing for her. One of the things she gave me was this bracelet.
It, as well as the other tokens I brought back with me will keep my Grandpa's memories alive. Forever, I hope.
Bryan and I have been furiously putting our house back together after a tedious paint job over the weekend. I always forget how much I hate painting until we start another project. But it makes such a huge difference! I'm loving how things are coming together. A comment Bryan had is that our home design is looking more and more like my closet. :) I think that's good!