When I was 3 years old, he'd tell me I have big ears. When I was 10 years old, he'd tell me to play in the street. He loved to tease. We'd go over to his house on Sundays and he loved ham. "Whoever eats the fastest gets the mostest," he'd say. He was one of a kind. He loved Weideman beer and smoking a pipe. He survived a massive heart attack and two black eyes at the same time. He loved his wife so much. They did everything together. When he lost her, he went out every night. He closed more bars than I ever have. Since, December, he's been fighting and when he was told he couldn't drive anymore, I think he saw it was his time to go. He's up in Heaven now, sitting with my grandma, munching on black licorice and watching city council meetings. He's on Heaven's facebook posting inappropriate memes and sharing photos of his family. I love you Grandpa. Save a spot at the Euchre table for me. https://www.instagram.com/p/B1jd9ACHUsf/?igshid=kl3yahud1cgu