Growing up he lived ten hours away from us. As an adult, with us living in Arkansas and him and my grandmother in North Dakota, he lived twenty hours away. I didn't see him often but I remember nothing but good things about him. I never heard a cross word from his mouth and he was the kindest man I ever knew. I wish I'd known him better. Looking back at old pictures, I wish I'd known more about him when he was young.
In the last letter I received from him, last spring, he expressed how much he'd love to meet the Monster. His only great-grandchild. I wish I'd made that happen.