Jana Moore Of Bakersfield, California
I am still thankful to Granddad (and always will be) for providing me with stacks of Permian Corp. printouts, blank on one side, hole-punched and carefully bound by hand--sometimes with rough brown string. He knew I needed an endless supply of pages to fill with my crayons. When I saw him in March, he made sure to tell me that my angel oil painting had been successfully moved to the new house and had a special place. Thank you Granddad, for adding the neatest rocks to my collection, for making every simple pleasure feel special, even reaching into a brown paper bag for some crunchy roasted peanuts. Thank you for the sincerity of your patience and your love. I remember it all.