You've been gone 10 years, and I still haven't cried for you. I'm still a bit mad, cause you could have stopped it and been with us. I couldn't see you the last time you called because I had flu and it would have made it happen sooner. I guess you know all the stuff about me that we were afraid to tell you while you were here. I like to think where ever you are that you except it now, because it doesn't change who I am. I still stick things in my mouth all the time, and I still run and trip over. I still love you, you're my Grampy.