February was a difficult month

My grandpa’s health tanked suddenly, and within two days he was gone. Since we live so far away I wasn’t able to make it in time to see him before he passed. We were able to make it to the funeral. While technically he was my step grandpa, he and my grandma married nearly 31 years ago, when I was 6. For all intents and purposes he was my grandpa. Some of my fondest childhood memories are going fishing with him. He and my grandma lived a couple of miles away on a lake. I would ride my bike over there and go fishing whenever the weather was nice. He, my dad and my sister would compete and see who could catch the most fish. I would be on a team with grandpa and my dad would team up with my sister. One time we caught so many fish that we couldn’t fit them into the sink to clean them. So the solution my dad and grandpa came up with was to use the guest room bath tub. My grandma was not happy. My dad’s response to her being upset at the smell was to ‘throw a little lemon juice in there’ my grandma was not amused. This summer when I take my kids fishing I will be using one of my grandpa’s old poles.