Almost every memory I have of Papa Fred is of him laughing. He was always making a joke and had no shame in telling the same one over and over again... and it was always funny. I loved visiting him, going out to eat or to shop, and knowing that every time we parked the car at home he would say, "Home again, home again, jiggity-jog!" Growing up, I remember always being excited to see him because he would play along with Steven and me and all of our crazy games that we'd create. He was always making up things that would make us laugh and never made us feel like we were just kids, because he was just a bigger kid.
I'm grateful for how much emphasis he put on working hard, and being "strong like bull", because those things have shaped me and stayed with me. I know he cared a lot about me and my future. He's one of strongest, smartest people I've ever known and I was always happy to feel like I was making him proud.
I will always wish that we could have spent more time together, and even though I can't write this without tears, I am glad to know that he is no longer suffering and was surrounded by people he loved at the end. I'm grateful beyond words for all that he's helped me with and that I had such a great human being as a grandfather. Even though I talked to him just a week before he passed, neither one of us made it a "goodbye" and talked like it was just another day, and I think we both appreciated that. He may not physically be with us anymore, but he was too strong of a person to ever disappear and for his presence not to be felt with all of us who loved him. I hope that I can continue to make him proud, and that he knew I loved him very, very much and will continue to love him and think about him always.
I love you, Papa (and I hope that heaven has a good audience, because I'm sure you're still not out of jokes).
Love, Andrea