Sometimes God puts you through hard times to prepare you for even harder ones to make sure you are strong enough when the time comes. This is one of those times. When i think back on early memories of my granddad I think of fishing. When I was around 6 he, my grandma, and I would pack a cooler full of sandwiches, drinks, snacks, etc. And we would be out there before the birds even had a chance to wake up. I actually have a very vivid memory of the first fish I caught with him. It was a carp and the thing was so heavy we thought it was stuck on a log. Just as he goes to get the scissors to cut the line it started to jerk and I just remembered reeling til i couldnt reel anymore. Thanks for the help of a lot of cheering and a net it was mine and you can ask my grandma it was almost as big as my body. True story. Also I got to drive the boat once or twice because I was the boss as he would infamously call me. I just remember thinking it was so exciting as a kid. To this day because of that I have a deep love for fishing as well as nature. Speaking of water, I wouldnt have been able to swim in it without him and my grandma making sure I took swimming lessons. From that I learned a skill that could not only save my life but saved others as well. While it is with deep sadness Im currently reminiscing on such fond memories for a funeral, it is with great joy to know that he is now in a better place reunited with those once departed. When I think back on those memories and I smile I have faith that he will be smiling too and i know that i will always be the boss in his eyes.