The first memory that popped into my head is unfortunately quite incriminating.
I was realizing something that Grandpa and I had in common, a big sweet
tooth. However, the incriminating part of the memory would be the multiple
times that Grandpa caught me stealing from his delicious candy stash that
he had in his bureau. Although I thought I was pretty clever by "fluffing"
up the remaining candy to make it look as though it hadn't been touched,
I wasn't as clever as Grandpa's keen instinct! It's funny how he never
seemed terribly mad at me; he just let my own guilt teach me a lesson...over
and over and over again! Eventually I figured out that I could just ask
him for a piece; because, truth be told, he really didn't bite (even though
I truly think he wanted us to believe that he did). There are so many
other memories I will hold on to, from his delicious meals to fun in good
old Mary Point. I will never forget all of the great fun and adventurous
opportunities that he gifted me with. Grandpa's sense of humor and genuine
interest in others certainly touched my life.