Sunday, September 24, 2017
I want to honor, the best grandfather I had the opportunity of having. Roasting marshmallows and hotdogs by the campfires, without forgetting about all the litghning bugs we caught as well. The times you took me to work with you, that I got my "jockey license". I remember every summer visiting you and mam-maw and begging you to take me to the horse farm out in Shelbyville, and that mean pony there. To many more to mention, but the memories will never be forgotten.
I love You Big,
Jill
P.S. I was there for one of your last winning bets.
