Honor, and Respect
Today is my Grandfather’s 90th birthday, technically is not of my blood. My Grandmother divorced before I was born, and remarried this man. Let me tell you of this man.
When I was 5 or 6, He would chase trains for miles, just because I loved seeing Cabooses. He taught me a great many things like how to rollerskate, and to have a good sense of humor. I remember at Halloween, I would stay by his house, and he would bang a wall to try to scare me, or do something goofy.
The man loved me like I was his own, and he was always there for me through thick or thin, never judging me. So I will always be there for him.
Happy Birthday Grandpa, I love you.