It will never be the same.

When I went to Wisconsin to go to my grandpa's funeral. I knew it would never be the same when I returned home. This is because I knew he would never come back and visit like he did every summer. IT look awhile to know he was not coming back even though I knew he was not. He would always go to the rodeo with us. A thing a remember was one time is that he said If I whistled he would grap the girls purse. He was joking of course I told him that I could not whistle. I also he remember playing basketball with him. Those are one of my favorite memories I have of him. The summers are never the same knowing he is not coming to visit.