When I was 4 or 5 grandpa would wake me up early on a Saturday morning and sneak us out of the house to go get donuts for breakfast. Every time he would say with a big smile on his face, "Don't tell grandma." My most recent cherished memory was the last time I saw him. I gave him a big hug and told him I loved him and was praying for him. He grabbed me gently by the arm, looked up at me and said, "I love you too. Pray for your grandma." He was always thinking of grandma and his family first. He will be greatly missed until the day I get to see him again with the Lord, until then these, and so many more wonderful memories of him, will be cherished deeply.