I have enough good fun memories of my grandpa to fill a book. He was so fun and funny, a lot of time unintentionally funny. He was from Arkansas, so he talked kind of different and a lot of people had trouble understanding what he was trying to get across. One time a telemarketer called and Poppy was answering all these questions. My aunt and I were just kinda giggling, then they asked his name. He told them it was William, then he said it again, William. Finally he goes “BY GOD! It’s W-I-DOUBLE L-I-A-M!” For some reason it caught me and my aunt funny and we laughed about it for years. Another time he was laying back in his recliner and my little cousin knocked his chair over. Poppy didn’t move and just said real quiet like “God Dammit, John!” he sounded so defeated it was hilarious. He was gone two years in April and there hasn’t been a day gone by that I haven’t thought of him. I wonder if I’ll ever stop missing him so much.