...It would definitely be my Grandpa Bud. He was my mom's dad and from what I've heard, a really great guy. I've heard stories of how he was a real jokester - pulling pranks and cracking jokes at all of the family dinners and get togethers. Unfortunately I never got to know the man that lit up the room and kept people laughing all night long because of a terrible tragedy. He was killed in a car accident when I was just a few months old. I was my mother's first child and thinking about how hard that must have been for her at that time and how she pulled through makes me so sad and also makes me feel so much respect for the strongest woman I know. I'm not sure what it's like to have a Grandpa but I know that I would have loved every moment if I had.
