Taylor Spesak
I can remember so clearly waking up each morning on a day to go visit papa; there was always a sense of exciment and joy. Running into the house giving grandma a big kiss and then running to grandpa sitting in his chair wearing one of his ridiculous 49ers hat and sweatshirt combos. I would jump onto his lap and listen to one of his many stories from his life growing up or time as an adult. As I grew older, each one of these many infinitely great stories grew more dear and more precious to me. I would give anything to be able to hear one more of his stories, even if it’s the only one I ever hear again. I love you papa, you will be missed every single day.