I lost my Grandpa Hill. My hero. September 28th was a Monday that year, too. 1987. I was in 8th grade. I remember the events of that week as if it were yesterday. If you’d like to read the story again, please click here! To see his fabulous picture has a child, click here!
Grandpa, I miss you so much! I always wonder what you would think of me now, or of Hubby, and especially Punky. He’s an amazing kid. But, I know you watch over us each day! I love you!