He was a big man. And when I say big, I mean huge. Hugely tall, huge hands, huge body, but most importantly he had a huge heart. He loved to hang out with me. He took me for walks, I sat on his lap and watched baseball and rodeo on TV. I loved to run around his house and he would laugh at me. We had great conversations in the middle of the night, just when I needed someone to talk to. And he always had tears in his eyes when it was time for me to go home. He was my great-grandpa, and he went to Heaven yesterday. I will miss him, but I am so happy of the time we had, and I am so proud to have known him and to call him Grandpa.