Grandpa "Andy"

Tonight we are gathering at Mom and Dad's house to celebrate the life of my Grandpa "Andy," Bob Freeman. He passed away a week ago. He was a tough Army guy with a gruff exterior but was a true softy on the inside. He always had a hug for me whenever we visited. He's the only one who's ever called me "Andy." I loved it.  As a little girl, I had no idea why he called me that, so I just called him Grandpa Andy right back, and it stuck. He'll be missed. I've been blessed with so many grandparents in my life, and they're all growing older. It stinks saying good-bye to those we love.