At our wedding rehearsal, my grandfather, Bob, a rugged and ornery WWII veteran, was bright and engaging. He loved all the attention from my soon-to-be husband, Troy, and his groomsmen who laughed at his jokes and treated him not gingerly but like one of their own. He called me "snakeface" when I was a baby and told wild and fanciful stories. He'd pretend to sleep while I brushed and put ribbons in his hair. He was a live wire, a fighter in the most heroic sense of the word and today, I remember him fondly.
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