My last Grandpa died recently. I really miss him, because he was my favorite grandparent.

He was a legendary salesman; He had been selling food for decades, from selling chips, bread, and finally acting as a food distrubuter for a half dozen Dillons grocery stores. He always had candy that had been "damaged", ready to give away. We would sometimes get odd stuff from him, like discontinued barbie cereal (with the bag taken out of the box, so we didn't realize why there were pink marshmallows), soup ladles to use for everything from soup to the backyard sand pile (he had cases of them!), promotional Gatorade stuff like t-shirts and inflatables, and sorts of other good stuff.

I remember going to his twice-yearly garage sale, and watching the people wander through. We would get there early in the morning and carry boxes of stuff up from his basement, and from our car. I sometimes would bake cookies to sell for a for cents each, and sit at the "cash register" table with a box of them.

When we were lucky, he would take us fishing. I never really liked fishing, but spending the whole day with my Grampa was worth it! We fished rivers, lakes, and ponds. Sometimes he would give us fish that he had caught on a long weekend, because he wouldn't have been able to eat them all himself.

What I remember him for the best is that when something needed to get done, it would would always get done.

--Chris