On November 11, 1975, my father and uncles lost their dad. Grandpa had just turned 53 years old. Too soon. His children were 28, 23 and two weeks shy of 18. Much too young to lose a parent.
On that day, my beloved grandmother lost the love of her life.
I'm sorry I never got to meet you, Grandpa. I've been told that you were a wonderful and incredible man. You served in our armed forces, raised three boys, provided for your family, made your own wine (must have gotten that foodie thing from you, huh?), and served as Chief in a number of NYC fire stations. But the only thing that truly matters to me is that you made my Grandma happy.
Rest in peace, Grandpa - and thank you for loving my Grandma.
Posted by beenie at November 11, 2005 03:48 PM