My great gramma Mae was working in a cannery at 6 years old in SF. When She lived w us she read all the national enquirers and that's why love Big Foot. I just remember grampa rose being a tough and salty guy- W a heart
Livy told me - don't worry, old gramps soul will visit us
I imagine you may look like this now. I bet Jeff picked you up on the gates to the race track like when you almost drove us in our rental car onto the Las Vegas speedway. Maybe your bowling as I write this. I know you were ready to see gramma and I guess you knew what was on the other side and left as quick as you could. From Growing up thru the depression in Wisconsin to joining the army a rifleman in the South Pacific wounded on June 6th 1944 in the #battleofbiak. You led quite a life and earned a #bronzestar and #PurpleHeart for putting your soul on the line to defend freedom .A few days ago I was able to show Livy your scars and tell her how you had a bunch of shrapnel in your body for over 73 years. Scars of freedom and liberty. You told me so many war stories , baseball stories and family stories. You made .25 cents an hour but had a house a car and a beautiful family in San Leandro California #themanor . You always had a smile and a story for me.We made many trips to Reno just the two of us, to see your brother John. We became really great friends and I will miss you dearly. You made me smile from deep within my soul while I was around your Thank you for always being there for me and teaching me so many lessons .. I still can't bowl but I'll try and remember what you taught me. Godspeed Gramps Until we meet again.
Popjizzle .. my man
Think about this OG way more than On just Father's Day. My brothers by choice - dad. So he had to learn me some ropes at times and I am forever grateful. #bigmike