

My grandfather, whom I called Pop-pop, was a light in my life. He's been gone for many years now (20?), but I still think of him all the time. I remember singing with him, listening to him play the organ, and knowing that he loved to hear us sing for him. I remember his courage in facing the pain he had every day. He and Grandma gave us all a great model for how to love your family. I will always love you, Pop-pop, and I look forward to being with you in Heaven someday.

- always welcome new people with a smile, a handshake, and if they're entering your house, ask them what they'd like to drink
- it is good to be able to laugh at yourself, and also to be able to make others laugh
- telling jokes is an art, learn it and use it
- the joy of playing games is in the play, not the outcome
- sing out, Louise!
- early mornings and sunrises are worth it
- take time to watch sunsets, too
- if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all . . . except for those few times when you're "simply acknowledging someone's differences" LOL
- if you look like Santa, milk it (he carries candy canes in his pockets all season, I think)
- family time is really important
- never miss the opportunity to tell people you love that you love them
- hugs rock
- it's ok to cry, even when you're happy (maybe I learned this from Pop-pop?)
- a good back scratch is always appreciated
- cold hands on a warm back can be really nice . . . I actually used to love it when I was a kid and Dad's car heater wasn't working, and he'd come home from work and put his FREEZING cold hands on my warm back
I want to say a few words of appreciation in honor of my father-in-law, too. Jim has always made me feel welcome, a part of the family since the first time I visited. He's like a second father to me, and I love him dearly. I love his sense of humor, and I love the way he gets us all sharing around the kitchen table (tell us about the very best breakfast you've ever had . . .).
I love you, Jim.
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