I will miss hearing him say, "I'm proud of you gal." I knew he was proud of me. I knew he loved me. I knew he would have my back if I were in trouble.
I will miss hearing him tell stories. That man could weave one big tale! Sure, most of us knew he embellished facts, but that was part of the fun. Some of my favorite stories were about he and my Granny Nelle going across the country in their RV. I guess those were my favorite because I picture the two of them in the primes of their lives.
I will miss his funny language, "Waltisms", as my cousins call them. My favorite Waltism has to be tatelards. If you know what tatelards are, you are among the elite! He only gave sacks of tatelards to special kids as they were leaving the ranch. Tatelards were stored in the tatelard cabinet, and as I got older, he gave me special permission to get my own tatelards. It is such a fun word!
I will miss his financial advice. He was always giving me stock tips, and somehow the stocks I bought based on his advice have been the only ones that have earned me money. Thanks for the Ford tip, Walt!
Most of all, I will miss him watching my kids grow up. He was such a special man to me, and I hate that they will never truly know the Walt that I did.