Yesterday my grandpa passed away. He was a nature lover, an outdoorsman, a hunter, a fisherman, a lover of trees, and a gardener. I remember many trips into the woods with him teaching us how to identify trees by their bark and their leaves. I remember him peeling apples with his pocket knife after plucking them from the tree. Of course this was the same pocket knife he used to clean fish, simply wiping in on his sock before putting it back in his pocket.
He’s been in declining health for quite a while. It’s sad for him to be gone, but we’re thankful he’s once again able to wander through the trees doing what he loves.