Grandpa Skip

My Grandpa Skip died yesterday.

(I told you guys it was the summer of suck, do you believe me yet?)

I decided to share a few pictures with all of you.

My Mom's Dad died when she was a child. My Grandma got married again when I was 4. This picture is from their wedding day. I was very proud to be the ring bearer.

My first memory of Grandpa Skip was when he lived two houses down from my Grandma. We all lived in the same neighborhood. I had one of the ribbons from my hair in my mouth and he asked me what flavor it was. When you are 3 or 4, that is a fascinating question to be asked. I think he even made a few guesses- Strawberry? Vanilla?

Just Married

wedding cake

My Grandma and Grandpa spent winters down in Florida. We went down to visit them for Christmas a couple times.

Grandpa Skip loved the Boy Scouts. He worked at a Boy Scout camp every summer.

Grandpa, Grandma, and my younger brother Eric on his 1st day of school

My mom, me, Grandma, and Grandpa

He was stubborn. He smelled like cigars. He tried teaching my little sister and brother about the stock market when they were in elementary school. He had a secret cupboard filled with candy bars that my Grandma would always tell me to go into and take what I want. He was Grandpa Skip.