I remember when I was younger probably around 10 or 12 I would go down to the Glooscap Curling Club and watch my Grandfather curl. He was amazing, he always had his own technique not following everyones traditional moves and he was always great at it. We had a big family gathering one time at that curling rink around when I was 20 or 21. All of my moms side of the family took the ice along with my Grandpa and we hurled stones from one end to the other using the only terminology we knew 'HURRY, HURRY HARD!' I can still hear my grandpa telling me the way to throw the stone out of the hack how to aim for the broom the skip was holding. Its one of those memories that will last with me for my lifetime. My grandpas gone but the memories are forever. I had him with me tonight when I was at the local curling club taking the beginners crash course on curling. I wasn't the best but I knew that the one time I actually hurled that stone down that ice and it hit the other stone dead on that my grandpa was with me and he was proud. I miss him and will always miss him but at least I have all the memories. I love you Grandpa, God Bless.
P.S. You were the best teacher I ever had and I love you for being you.
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