Today, marks one year. I still see things that remind me of Grandpa. Every time I see or hear a small airplane, I remember Grandpa. Every time I see a golf cart or golf ball, I remember of Grandpa. Whenever I happen to see a soda fountain, I remember Grandpa. Every time I see the red tones in the hair on the head of my little son, I think of Grandpa, and how he said that somethings seem to "skip a generation." Grandpa continues to live in the form of our memories, of which he gave us so many to enjoy. Love, JM