Grandpa

My earliest memory of my Grandpa was when I was turning 6; his present for me was a baby pig.

"Feed her lots of peppered papaya, and she'll get big 'n' strong." He winked at me, grinning. 

I have a lot of memories about Grandpa after that one. He seemed to be a little weaker every time I saw him. When he was gone Momma finally said it was pneumonia.