Mallory Metzner
Grandpop was always there for my sisters and I like a second father. I miss the days when he would pick me up in his big, red truck to take me to figure skating practices and competitions. It doesn’t seem like too long ago. He’d sit in the bleachers instead of in the warm lobby by the snack bar because he said he could see me skate better. He would hold tissues (or sometimes paper towels) because he knew I needed to blow my nose every time I got off the ice. He’d tie my skates when my hands were too dry and he’d check for any loose screws. He even got on the ice with me for public skate once. We had such a great time. On family vacations, he would get on roller coasters with me when no one else would (even if they went backwards). I know his adventures go back even further than the ones we shared. I know because he told me on all of those rides to skating. He touched so many lives, always putting everyone before himself.
Miss and love you always,
Mallory
