Haywood was the kind of grandfather you’d hope for. He sat in back but you could alway steal moments with him that were yours and yours only. From sitting outside of the yard and watching kids play soccer or basketball to him telling me about his days playing Army football I will always cherish my moments with him. My Grandpa was a strong man who made family decisions that I don’t think many men would be brave or loving enough to make and I will forever be grateful for that lasting piece of him.
My Grandfaher died in 2012 but thankfully his footprint and memory lives on in the lives of the many family members he left behind. I just pray that he’s saving me a seat at the poker table in heaven ❤️
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