The most wonderful man I know

            His hands were large and as rough as tree bark, with deep crevices on the tips and his nails stained from oil.  This came from years of hard work. He farmed his whole life. He always dreamed of the golden years. I still wonder to this very day was he really waiting for the golden days of retirement or was he in his glory riding his big red tractor? After all he did say he was going to retire almost every year after the farming season was over.  Those golden years never came for him he didn’t live to see them.  He was all of 5’7 and 150 pounds. He had salt and pepper hair cut short, and the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen.  He had a smile that could light up a room. My grandfather was the most kind and gentle man.  I never in my life heard him complain, or talk bad about anyone.  He always had a minute to play catch with his grandkids. He liked to tell stories of the days leading up to playing professional baseball, but being so proud he turned them down to continue on with his one true love of farming. I miss my grandpa every single day. He has been and always will be a huge influence in my life.