(Weil Lake : 1988)
I miss the days when you were not sick. I miss who you were before the strokes, heart attacks, loss of eye sight. The times when you would joke around the dinner table with all us grand kids. All the camping trips, dirt bike riding, gun shooting, fish gutting, water skiing childhood memories. I miss the family we once were. You were our core, the backbone that held us together. I miss you Grandpa Taylor.