This is me, Shelly, with my Grandpa Giles. My Grandpa passed away last week. I was unable to go to Utah for the funeral service.
-Tall, skinny. I always had to crank my neck to look at him.
-"Punky, Punky, Punky" (him calling their cat)
-When I was little, we went through an automatic carwash. The optical illusion made it seem like the car was moving through the brushes rather than the brushes passing over the car. I asked Grandpa who was making the car move and he replied, "The little man down by the gas pedal, can't you see him?? Ya, he's down there." I totally believed him.
-Feeding Dolly, their dog, and taking her for walks.
-Eating dinner, watching Wheel-of-Fortune, and Punky Brewster.
-Going on walks through their desert backyard and around the golf course in St. George, UT.
-He was always teasing me, trying to fool me into believing something totally off-the-wall.
-He was a very kind, lighthearted man.
He is survived by my Grandma Giles. I remember Grandpa always saying, or Grandma always telling me (whichever one) that Grandpa would pass away first and he wanted Grandma to be taken care of until they were able to be together again.