Wednesday, April 14, 2021
Remembering my grandpa. When I was a little girl a funny memory I have is sitting with my grandpa and him popping his teeth out. we would laugh together and I remember trying to do that to my teeth. My family and I would also travel to Tramping Lake while they were looking after the camp ground and enjoy weeks of visiting. I remember one afternoon grandpa was cutting grass on the lawnmower and him coming to get me out of the kitchen (where I was helping gramma and eating ice cream) he showed me a little nest of baby bunnies.
The little visits we would all have together through out my childhood and him meeting my first born are ones that I will carry with me always. He was a family man through and through. Sitting around the kitchen table telling us of all his and grammas adventures raising their children and all the mischief my dad got up to growing up in the North.
He will forever be missed but we are all very blessed to have had him in our lives.
