Today, my Grandpa would have turned 98 years old. Last year, on his birthday, I saw this.
My Grandpa was a phenomenal man. I could write a book about how he shaped my life and how many of my philosophies stem from him. There are a million things I could say. Hundreds of connections I could make. Lists of things that he did for me and the countless hours we spent together.
Instead, I’ll just say – “Happy Birthday, Grandpa! I love you!”