My favorite man.

My grandpa was really good looking.  He looked like a movie star.  I keep this picture in my room knowing that he is always looking over me and protecting me no matter what I am going through.

I was his blondie and he was my best friend.  I used to get him his glasses, give him 'slobbery' kisses, steal his jelly bellys and help him pick up prunes that fell from the tree.  He would unplug the phone in his office so L and I could play Saved By The Bell and fake call Zach Morris.  He used to tell us kids that he was going to "Take us back to the Indians"  One time, Lauren and I really wanted to watch a Mary-Kate and Ashley movie so he went to the movie store and got us one, when he got home it didn't work so he drove back to the video store and got us another one.  We used to listen to Frank Sinatra and he would sing every word.  When I would spend the night, I wouldn't be able to go to bed without a huge hug from him.  I had this nail polish from Victoria's Secret once, it was called Waterfall, I was so excited to show him the new color.  He was working on the clock hanging on the wall by the guest room and he told me "I hope I never drink water that color, but it's very pretty."  I giggled and ran away.  He never had a favorite grandchild, but made each of us feel like we were his favorite.  I could sit on his lap for hours watching tv or reading with him.  Too this day, I can remember his smell.  Once in awhile an old man will pass me on the street and I will smell his cologne.  In an instant I am taken back to all these memories and many more.  

 I miss him dearly.