Grandpa's Boots

Kelly & Grandpa. Summer 2010.

Everywhere he went Grandpa always wore his boots.
He ate his steak,
drank his coffee,
drove his trucks,
and loved his family.
On “Missour-ah” trips with Grandma
they would visit me in Springfield.
He’d wear his boots,
feed me steak,
we’d share a cup of coffee,
and I always knew he loved me by the way he’d insist on checking everything on my car.
Quiet.
Sturdy.
Tough.
And always there. That was my Grandpa.
Just like his boots.

Grandpa's Obituary.