James Albert Anderson:
Father, Brother, Friend;
I know that I haven't known you long, but you were like a grandpa to me. We'd watch golf. We'd laugh at their outfits. Heck, we'd even laugh at them. I'm always going to miss blowing you kisses, and drawing you pictures, and picking you flowers.
I'm always going to remember when i'd do something stupid like get marshmallow taffy all over me and my friends and i'd turn around to see you cracking up laughing at me. I remember how i'd put your glove on for you and then I'd turn around for five seconds and you'd be hollering for me to put it back on again. I still don't know how you managed to get it off that fast.
I still remember the time when you left to go to poker. You had your scooter out and everyting, but a few minutes later, you were hollering for me. Your scooter battery died! I had to push you all the way to the ramp and get you inside. Lucky for me, that never happened again.
I remember how i used to teach you your manners (and boy did I make you use them!) You'd have to say your please's and thank you's before you could get anything out of me.
James Anderson. I don't know what to say about you. You were a father, a brother, and a friend. But most of all, you were my grandpa. I will always remember you and love you. You were a fighter and a talker, but you are and always will be my grandpa. The same grandpa that i'd blow kisses to, and watch golf with, and pick flowers for.
I love you James Anderson.
May you rest in peace.
And don't forget to remember me.