My grandpa wasn’t a regular grandpa, he was a cool grandpa. I wouldn’t be where I am today without him. He always gave me everything I wanted growing up. He took me to his work Christmas parties, let me ride on the back of his motorcycle, had snowball fights with me at the cabin, and so much more.

He has helped me so much in my life. I’m forever grateful that he saved me and my sisters when we desperately needed help. I’m so grateful that he sent me to college and bought me my first car. He always supported me and was proud of me in his own stubborn way. He was just a big softy behind that harsh exterior.

I’ll miss sending him photos from my random outings and then soon after seeing them pop up on his computer slideshow or printed out and hung on his wall. He loved when we sent him photos of what we were doing. I’ll miss his crazy text messages and out-of-pocket responses. I’ll miss him coming over to my place and being my personal handyman.

He was happy when I told him he would be the one walking me down the aisle at my wedding. Even after he got sick, he told me he would still try his best to make it. I’ll be thinking of him when I walk down the aisle, and I’ll miss him then too.