Since I don't have any digital photos of my grandfather, the above photocopy of a picture will have to do for now (he's holding a picture of his younger self; photo taken in May 2005). Today is my grandfather's funeral. I intend to speak on his behalf, just as I did for my grandmother in 2005. However, I hope I'm not the only one of his descendants to speak. I have a couple of interesting anecdotes to tell about him and I want to publically thank him for the two things I inherited from him: a love of maps and a love of travel. In fact, since I was a young boy, I could often spend hours just staring at maps and dreaming about road trips and other travel adventures. There is something magical about maps and I loved it when he would pull out a map (whether it was of the USA or of his unit--the 11th Armored Calvary Regiment in World War II...which fought at Bastogne, Belgium in the infamous Battle of the Bulge), and start talking about travel.
I'll give more details about the funeral when I return to Portland. Hopefully, I will do justice for my grandfather, sharing some memories that causes a laugh or two, as well as touching people's hearts, just as I did for my grandmother in 2005.