In Memory

This post is in memory of my loving Grandfather, Hal Meyer.

Loss is hard and this is how I choose to handle it.
As the tears and words flow, I remember so many things and wish I could just tell my "Gpa Meyer" that I love him one more time.

He was the kind of man who would tell you what you were doing wrong and how to do it better.  He was so strong, smart, and worked so hard for those he loved.  He wore black socks with sandals, in the summer.  He told you exactly what he thought even if it wasn't always nice.  

My earliest memory is visiting my grandpa at his house and making a bird house with him.  My grandpa, the handyman, taught me how to use tools.  Something that lead me many other places in my life.  Our bird house, (he didn't let anyone else help) was white with a green roof and I remember being so proud of learning to build something.

I remember him teasing me about my brand new cell phone and his number was one of the first I even called and saved in my phone.  I don't know how I will ever be able to take that away.  


I wish I could see you just one more time.  But I'm glad to remember you happy, healthy, and feisty (My mom always said I got that from you).

Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.  And Let the angels lead you home. 

I miss and love you very much GPa Meyer.