Pop was the best grandpa ever. Mason, Jackson, and I always agreed that he was excellent. He would buy us pizza whenever he was in town. He and I shared a love for flight, Dirtbike, and pretty much whatever has a motor. He was super exited when I got my first Dirtbike a year and a half ago. Pop had a blast riding my Yamaha, and dads TW200. Pop also enjoyed the four-wheeler, although he only got to ride it once. We would ride all over our land, and up to the top of our mountain. He took Mason, Jackson, Nya, Soleil and me to the NASA space museum, where we were able to see a SpaceX rocket launch, and put 54 Starlink satellites into orbit. Absolutely fantastic! I was also able to spend my 15 birthday with him. We went to rocky mountain airport and I flew a little Cessna 172. Then we went to an awesome Dirtbike store. We had a ton of fun looking at all the nice bikes. After the store, we headed over to an In-N-Out and devoured some burgers, fries and pink lemonade! We then proceeded to drive back up to the house, but, of course, we had pick up some delicious Anthony's Pizza in Evergreen for the fam. Miss you so much Pop. Love, River. P.S. I betcha he is riding Dirtbike with Jesus right now ;)