I miss my grandpa Bob, who passed away when I was in 8th grade. It's strange, I've been missing him during the last year more than I did in high school and the first four years of college. Maybe because so much is happening with me. I wish I had known him more. He spent a lot of time with us, but during the time he was alive I was always too young to really want to get to know him. I loved being around him; he was the most ruthless tickler I've ever known. He was nearly blind, but would somehow find us kids and corner us, mercilessly tickle-torturing us until we were about to pass out. He had a most distinctive laugh, too. I can't even describe the laugh in writing. He was gone too soon, but I still think about him a lot, and I know he'll be there watching and smiling at my wedding in two days.
Love you, Grandpa!
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