DON'T GO BY COLLIN MANNION

You were a doctor.

You were a frontline medic.

You were a father.

You were a husband.

You were everything.

You were my grandpa.

The hole you left was not meant to be filled with the sorrow and grief that I felt when I heard. The sadness was not to be ignored and I can understand that. The ugly truth is that life goes on and although legends never die, they are trapped in the fading memories of those they leave behind.

Not you though.

Everytime I eat a rib, catch a fish, or just sit in the shade and think, you will be with me.

Love, Col.