|In memory of:
||My Grandpa (Frank Clarke)
||I could add a memory about when I was younger and Grandpa used to let me help him "Putter" around. When we would fix "feeders" for the birds and "fiddle-fart" around in the garage building things. Instead, what I will miss (and what matters most) isn't the story-lines, the plots, the time we did this and that but the small things that made him who he was; the way his mouth twitch up at the one side for a crocked smirk, the way he said 'socks' like 'saw-ks' and with a bit of a growl, how when he was surprised or shocked his face lit up, his eyes big and he would declare "HOLY DODDLE" - a saying to this day makes me laugh. I remember how he loved animals so much that even in a crowded room he would be sitting there, arm to the floor whispering " come here, come on over here and see me" to the dog or cat. I remember how his brows furrowed when he was thinking really hard, and how when you were leaving from a visit; how he would squeeze your hand really tight , say "we love you" and finally " come again".
I think its better if I say from him I learnt so much about strength, humility and love, along with a few new 'words' from his grandpa language ( e.g. Fiddle-farting). He is loved so much and will be dearly missed.
Love you Grandpa.