8 years ago today we lost Gary's amazing father.
8 years means he never got to meet his grand kids. It breaks my heart they will never know him.
Yesterday we ate steaks in his honor while watching NASCAR, his favorite sport. Every single Sunday afternoon Gary and I would go have a steak dinner with his parents.
Gary's dad would load up his baked potato with baked beans. I eat my baked potatoes this way now just because I know he would like it. We sat at the dinner table with the kids last night and told silly stories about the Papaw and the fun we used to have!
I'm so thankful I knew him. I miss him more and more every day.