My maternal grandfather passed away last week, two weeks shy of his 98th birthday.

Here’s the piece I read at the funeral:

My name is Kevin Hendricks and I’m Bill’s grandson. I’m Pam’s youngest, for those connecting the dots. I’m the middle grandchild, the city kid, who came to visit grandma and grandpa during the summer. Basically they had to entertain my brother and I. 

We’d go down to the river or scout wildlife at Quivira or Cheyenne Bottoms. I’d tag along to the Co-op or the farm b...