Day 119

I'm thankful that I had 21 years with my Grandpa Rohrer. Today is the 9th anniversary of his death. I still remember that phone call. Mom never called me on Fridays so I knew something was wrong and for some reason I knew it was Grandpa. I'm so glad John was with me when I got the news. We had only been dating for a couple of months at that point. He never got to meet Grandpa.

Grandpa, Mitch, me, Ben, and Grandma at my 8th birthday party in 1991

I think of Grandpa often especially when I see those orange, pink, and brown wafer cookies. Grandma told me just a few months before Grandpa died that he loved those cookies, especially the pink ones. The Copps in Madison had a whole package of just pink ones that I kept meaning to send to him but never did.

Grandpa, Christmas Eve 2004

Rest in peace, Grandpa! You are loved.