I rolled out of bed in a daze this morning, oh yeah, it's easter! I jumped in the shower, and afterwards started to get dressed for church. Nothing out of the ordinary, I know. I started to head out the door, but again I forgot. IT IS EASTER. I quickly ran up the stairs (note: had the shoes on, good thing mom wasn't home) and grabbed it off my desk. A symbol of who I am trying to be today. Today was another Easter without my grandfather. You may, or may not have seen some my posts reguarding my grandpa, but I'll say it again. He is THEE greatest man I've ever known. The most honest, trustworthy, caring, hardworking man I've ever come in contact with. His integrity, unmatched! Shortly after god called him home, I recieved a ring that was a gift to him from my father. My grandma thought he'd want me to have it. It is a symbol of the man I want to become. Not a day goes by I don't think of my grandpa, and I'm proud to call him that. I can only hope he is upstairs looking down on me, watching my every move, and do my best to make him proud. The loss of gramps really hits me on holidays, and thought I'd share, again, what a great man he really was. Rest in Piece, Grandpa P. Happy Easter, friends. Take care.

-Kyle

About the Ring: It is the ivory from a bull elk shot in Colorado by my grandpa, given to him by my dad. It is set in gold. Nothing else I own means more. Here is a couple pics:

Thats Awesome Kyle!!

My Grandpa is one of the closest and dearest men to me also!

Very cool! Enjoy the memories, I never knew either of my grandfathers. They passed long before I was born.

Wow Kyle! What a tribute to your grandpa. You are one special guy yourself Kyle, this one hit home!!

Wow, while we were eating Easter dinner I thought about my grandpa. He passed away over a year ago. He was 90. Your description of your g pa. matches whatI would say about mine. To remember him I keep a tradition going that he started. Everytime I got a deerwe wouldcelebrate by doing a shot of brandy. Our grandpas are probably up there saying "go get em boys".

I understand your feeling completely Kyle. My grandfather was a huge part in me being the hunter I am today. I never got to hunt with him due to cancer taking him from me in 1988. I wasn't quite hunting age (12) when he passed. But i remember all he taught me the years I had with him. And after he passed I inherrited all of his hunting equipment and guns and bows. Every year during rifle season I say I am gonna switch out the old Weaver 4x scope that is on his Remington 760 Gamemaster I use to hunt with, but I can't bring myself to do it. Just because it is exactly the way it was when Pap used it, and being superstitious I have a very long streak of taking a deer with that gun since I started using it. I think about him very often, especially when im in the woods. I know he is always there with me guiding me in the outdoors. I still miss him terribly and its been almost 20yrs he's been gone. Enjoy the ring and celebrate your grandfather every chance you get.

Thanks guys!

Kyle count your self lucky I never got a chance to meet either one of my grandpa's. Enjoy your memories and cherish them.

The description you gave describes both of my granpa's and forunately for me, they are both still alive. I'm truly blessed. And thats a beautiful way to carry on your grandpa's legacy.

My grandpa is who started my passion for hunting. Lost him this past December, and it still hurts. But i know he is looking down on me, and I only hope I can make him proud.

Great story, thanks for sharing it with us