Sambo

My grandfather died today and I could fill pages with my memories of Samuel Laird, affectionately called "Sambo" by family and friends. And one day I will because my heart won't hurt the way it does and my mind will be clear enough of grief to do him proud of those recollections. He was, first and foremost, a man who loved to create memories. He relished the intricate recollection in the presence of those he loved. So I will be brief for now in saying he inspired me, who taught me how to dance, who nurtured a lifelong love of reading and writing. I'll always be "Kiles" in my memories of us and you'll always be telling me you love me and not to forget my old Grandpa. I never will. I love you.