the heart of a child

There is no question to anyone who spent anytime with Grandpa that he had the heart of a child. Growing up, I will always remember the phone shaped like Snoopy and Mickey Mouse that he was always receiving and cherishing, or the largest collection of animated movies a child could ever dream of, or the Mickey and Minnie painted on his garage door.

I loved that. It was a place where we could just be kids.

But the best memory will always be when I heard those jingle bells from the top of the stairs. Grandpa was the PERFECT Santa. In my heart, Santa will have the heart of a child, not because the stories told or the movies watched, but because of my Grandpa.

a place to keep our memories

As we all grieve, we also remember.

The stories will live on in our hearts... but they are also ours to share. Here is a place to keep them...