More than Candy
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My name is Casi Schienebeck and I live in a small city next to Milwaukee, WI called Waukesha. I am 16 years old, and a junior at Waukesha West High School. I would like to share with you a story from my past, and ask you to help me to share it with the world. My grandfather just recently passed away March 18th 2004, a few weeks before his 63rd birthday. He was a big part of my childhood and my adolescent life, but he also was very unhealthy, cutting short our time with him. We didn't call him "grandpa", because he insisted on being called "Poppy" (after reading a book/seeing a movie where the grandfather was called Poppy). Although I cannot share with you who he was on paper, I will attempt to open up to you through words the great man that this world has lost. He was a man of humor, always joking and making people laugh, and also a man of love, where we, his grandchildren, were the center of his life. So many different teases and jokes were labeled as his own. He would taunt his children (my mom, aunt, and uncle) by asking them if they wanted to go to a sweets store (originally began with Dunkin Donuts)...