Dear Grandpa IRV and Grandma Evelyn

I’m sorry you weren’t here to see me open Huckleberry. I know you would have been so proud. I know you would have been in the dining room regularly screaming “That’s my granddaughter, she owns this place. Isn’t she beautiful!” I’m also sorry that Grandpa didn’t get a chance to sit at the end of the communal table and motion to everyone’s unfinished plates yelling “Pass it over here, I’ll finish it.” You were the first people to show me that life is about talking too much, laughing too loud, and hugging just a little too tightly.