Scott Mathew Johnson

**In Memory of Grandpa Johnson** Grandpa, I miss you every day. I still think about the Christmas we spent together, going fishing, joking around, playing with each other, and watching movies together. I remember texting and calling you, and those hilarious booger- and fart-themed birthday and Christmas cards you would give to us. I remember how you always called me “Monkey” and “Pumpkin” every time I saw you or talked to you. Those little names meant more to me than I probably ever told you. What I miss the most is your voice. I hear your voice in my memories whenever I’m fly tying. I think of you whenever Monty Python comes up. Every time I accomplish something, no matter how big or small, I think about you and wonder what you would say. I know you would be proud of me. I wish you could see everything I’m doing now. I wish I could call you and tell you about the flies I’ve tied, the things I’ve accomplished, the things I’m learning, and all the crazy things happening in my life. I wish I could hear you joke with me again and call me “Monkey” or “Pumpkin.” There are so many things I wish I could tell you. But I hope you know that I haven’t forgotten you. I carry your memory with me in everything I do. When I’m fishing, fly tying, laughing at Monty Python, or accomplishing something I’m proud of, I think of you. I miss you, Grandpa. I know you’re proud of me. I love you, and I’ll always be your Monkey. — Owen