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Hi Mark, Everyone mourns in his own way. Your Grandpa, I am sure would laugh at your sketch. He was very proud of you and Theresa. He often told me that he had great grandkids..thank-goodness they didn't take after me, he would say. I will always remember him in my mind's eye at Thanksgiving with a can of Redi-Whip sticking out of his back pocket and arms filled with pumpkin and your Mom's homemade apple pies. Love, Aunt Anita
November 29, 2011 @ 7:57 am
November 29, 2011 @ 8:25 am
He was in pain at the end of his life. The best gift to you was to enter heaven and not be in pain anymore.
November 29, 2011 @ 11:08 am
how sweet!!!
November 29, 2011 @ 2:41 pm