I started feeling bad that I had not posted about my grandpa Ricker.
1st off, we all know how much he loved the Irish, he always was there to kiss you at a graduation.
he loved his family more than anything. this is one of my favorite conversations i had with him on grandparents day when i was in kindergarten grandpa: Anna want a piece of gum?
me:no i can't i'm in school.
grandpa: oh, maybe later.
Ricker wasn't selfish at all
This was at my Baptism. Some of my favorite memories with him, fishing at Catalina Island, we got squid to put on the hooks and he loved it. Deer Valley, he told a story of a moss hand that would come up and grab all the boats that weren't plastic. We had a plastic boat. About a year later I had a nightmare that Maxwell was grabbed by the moss hand and was sqooshed really hard and died. My Grandpa was very descriptive with Ghost stories, they can really give you nightmares. My personal favorite was the rat story. It was a true one.
I miss my Grandpa very much and wish he was still here. He set a really good example to his kids and grand kids.
