Glenn Hopfenspirger: Christian. Devoted husband. Caring father. Volunteer. World War II veteran. A&W Root Beer stand owner. There are so many ways I could describe my grandfather, but to me one word describes him perfectly: Gramps.
Gramps was such a bright spot in my life. My favorite memories of him are when I was a kid and I would wait anxiously at my bedroom window looking for my grandparent's car to drive up. The second he stepped in the door I would drag him up to my room and we'd play board games for hours, him never losing enthusiasm, even after several games of Monopoly (and we all know how long games of Monopoly are.)
As I got older, I'd often go stay with my grandparents in Redwood Falls and he would take me to the driving range at his golf course. He'd cautiously let me drive his golf cart which, to me, made him the best grandparent a girl could ask for. We'd hit balls and talk and laugh, just enjoying spending time together.
He also taught me to play all the card games I know. We would sit around the kitchen table for hours and play spades, him my partner against my dad and grandma. Gramps would always sip a manhattan and after a few, he's start singing much to my grandma's chagrin. He always knew how to make us laugh.
Gramps was truly one of the most caring, loving people I have ever had the privilege to know. He was my biggest cheerleader at piano recitals, softball games, you name it and he was there. He was always in my corner and he made me feel so loved. I am a better person because of him and I know he touched so many lives in his 97 years of life.
Gramps left us in May and the world has been a different place since. I miss hearing him call me "Tiffy," I miss our chats about the best hot dishes to make, and most of all I miss the feeling of warmth I got when he was around. But the stars in the sky are a little brighter and heaven is a better place now that they have the best darn rootbeer-making, card-playing, full-hearted soul I know. So many words and emotions come to mind when I think of how to describe this special person, but the best I can think of is simply "Gramps."

Special note: I wasn't able to give a eulogy at the funeral because I was too upset. Putting this story in the paper for all to read about him would make me feel better as he was a special person that I think everyone should know about :) Thanks for your consideration!