Dear Grampa,

One year ago today you left us. You went to be with the love of your life, Gramma. I never in a million years would have thought that you would have outlived Gramma. You were older and less healthy (though still healthy by many standards). We NEVER thought that you would have survived if Gramma went first.

When gramma was sick, you were a rock. You loved her, supported her, and held her hand as she died. You were strong for all of us, the kids and the grandkids. I worried about you so much after she died. I just did not know if you would manage. For 17 months you sat on the couch. You mourned Gramma. You started to live your life again, but you just looked so sad. You started dating and while it was a shock to some, I am glad that you did. You found Miss Daisy and she put the smile back on your face and the glint in your eye.

After Gramma died I got to know an entirely new man. You were always the strong silent support behind the strong and forward Gramma. You were so silly with Miss Daisy. Now, I do not always agree with or even like Miss Daisy 100% of the time. Sometimes I do wonder when you had your heart attack why she did not give you a nitro, but I cannot blame her. Shame on me for the times that I did. I did not walk in her foot steps. I do not know how devastating it was to her to find you. But, she made you happy.

You were always an amazing man. You were a great father figure. From letting me paint your toenails to putting curlers in your hair to our early morning coffee dates when I was 5, you were always so amazing to me.

Mom always says, “Any man can be a FATHER, but it take a special man to be a DAD!” She is so right. Biologically you were not my grampa. But that does not matter. I can remember the time when I was around 6 maybe 7 that I was informed that you were not my “REAL” grampa. But that never mattered to you, because in your eyes I WAS your granddaughter. You always made me feel like I belonged in our family of his, mine and ours.

Someone is doing your honor to shame. Some nasty evil person is emailing Miss Daisy saying that they are you. They are doing it from your email addy. Or they are changing it to make it look like it is coming from your email addy. Aunt Paula gets so sad when this happens. This person does not realize that they are making HER life hard.

1 day shy of your 6 month anniversary of your death this email was sent to her:
“I still get my mail here...Why don't you do the right thing for my family now...Everything belongs to them the house stocks bonds van and all..They told me you were a gold digger and now I can srr it from here that they were so right..You had a few of them fooled but not them all.. ART”

Today she got: “WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I will get to the bottom of this. There is this amazing little thing called an IP addy. That means that we can track this. Paula is going to the attorney tomorrow. This will be resolved. Your honor will be restored.

I love you and I miss you!