My grandpa, Hoyt Martin. He always gave the best hugs. He always made me feel loved and accepted. I remember watching him build things, especially rubber band guns. I always looked forward to hearing him play silent night every Christmas eve on his harmonica. I always liked watching the way my grandpa and grandma treated each other, they always showed love and respect. He always worked hard. I liked listening to him tell stories. He was a good man who lived a good life and I am proud that he was my grandpa.
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