We said goodbye to Grandpa Bob this weekend. One of the major plusses to moving to North Carolina with my family three years ago was the opportunity to see him more often. I didn’t get to see him enough.

He was the most thoughtful and caring person, even without having the words he once had. He had started to lose his memory a few years before I got here. When we would go to see him he wouldn’t remember our names, but he would remember our faces and always give us a big smile. We would go to lunch, we would sit and chat about things, or he would just smile at the kids.

Click on the picture above and you’ll see all the pictures from the weekend…