My grandfather passed away this morning. It’s hard to type that–it makes it too real. He was a wonderful man and I still can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that he won’t be at Christmas with a bow on his head. He won’t be teasing the great grandkids with his cane.

He was a thinker–I never heard him say “I can’t”. He’d think through any problem. He was constantly building, constructing, inventing–and improving what he had. I still have a wheelbarrow he made that will probably outlast me. One time he passed by a garden ornament that intrigued him and he kept at it until he had replicated it. I still have one in my garden. He made a jar opener out of old hacksaw blades and scrap wood. He was DIY before DIY was cool.

His DIY spirit pervaded his own children and luckily trickled down to me. Thanks Grandpa. I will miss you. Love you…