Rebekah Snyder
I have so many favorite memories, but one thats been playing in my mind since he went home to The Lord was when he taught me to ride a bike. Before all the houses on Pebble Drive. When it was still just trees and fields, I watched him put the training wheels and hadle tassels on my brand new magenta bike with puppies on it. We spent alot of time in the garage during the summers, thats where we were when he told me about Jesus, actually. Anyway, he held on to the handle and ran next to me. Of course as children do, I begged him not to let go. And of course as fathers- or in my case, grandfather's, do. He let go. And I rode all the way to the stop sign while he followed behind me. He knew I was ready before I did. I'll cherish those memories for the rest of my life. I love you poppop, you better not be watching Laramie without me.