This little gem is Robert - Bob - fisherman - father - grampa - grampa great - brother - friend - goober - ironman - sturdy - crush-you-if-you-hug-him-man......but I just like grampa. Take a look at this guy and guess how old he is......any takers? 78? 82? 88?...........this work of art turned 95 on July 9th, talk about some good genes! I know I have been horribly and inexcusably tardy on these posts, but Grampa was intended to be my post for July 9th. Grampa has been such a character in my life. See, I am only able to visit the great and glorious state of MN once every year to go up to the Corner and see every relative ever born....this guy included. My time spent with Grampa has been none other than wonderful - he makes me laugh, he makes me stand in awe (when he hauls loads of sticks and shrubbery to the burn pile and watches the fire reach 10 ft), he breaks my bones (when he hugs me.....never gets old), actually, HE never gets old and for that he makes me think he's a living wonder.........he's my gramps and I am so immensely thankful for this man and all that he has provided and for all of his love - he has made a legacy that spans 3 generations, this guy is a living legend. I love you Grampa - happy birthday!!!!
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