Harry Judy was my grandpa for nearly 25 years. I will also cherish the memories I have with him and at his house. No matter where my family moved to as I grew up, he was always a constant. He was a home that never moved. Over the years, going to his house for dinner became a family tradition. My brother and cousins and I would gather and play silly games in the basement, ride down the stairs like we were sledding down a hill, jump in the lake, fish off the dock and in the boat, and share many laughs along the way. His house was always filled with people, always filled with laughter, and always filled with love. Even after he moved out of the house, all those great things followed him and will continue to follow him wherever he roams. I know you are in a better place, in your happy place, fishing on the lake. I love you grandpa and I hope you catch a big one!