My Grandpa passed away on Saturday. He was 88. I didn't really get to see him very often because he lived in Chicago when I was growing up and moved to Florida but I know he loved me. He and Grandma Joanne (his second wife) submitted one of my drawings to a kids magazine when I was 6, which I guess you could say started my path in life to this point. He was pretty excited about Tucker and had his picture by his bedside. Mom said he would be sure to show it to all the nurses. Now I'm sure he's watching down on all of us.
This is Aunt Rosie, Uncle Bill, Grandpa, and Aunt Bettie in the 1920s.

U. S. Army during the war.
Grandpa and Granny in the '40s.