I think the most important thing I ever learned from my Grandpa was you never give up. He was crushed from the waist down with a massive tractor when my mom was 6 months old, told he would never walk again or have more kids. He walked with a cane right up until the end. (I used to steal his cane and hide it.) He also had 4 more kids. The other thing I will remember is how he never changed how he treated me when he found out I was gay. He probably didn’t understand it but that didn’t matter, I was his granddaughter and he loved me no matter what. It wasn’t until he were gone that I realized how much he helped shape my life. I miss him.

Yesterday would have been my grandfather’s 99th birthday…