So I’ve been MIA yet again. But I guess if you follow me you’re just gonna have to know that when something major is happening in my life I completely immerse myself in it and forget everything and anyone else.
My grandfather, one of the greatest men to ever walk the planet passed away Monday night.
It doesn’t feel real. Even being in his home without him here… I’m still expecting to see him in his chair. With some Cheez-its. And a pile of perfectly folded paper towels.
Anyway. I wrote this for him. Because now he has perfect eye sight again and I know he’ll be reading it.
To the man with the biggest heart.
You were so generous. No matter what. You knew what everyone needed before they even needed it. I can’t even think of all the times I would have gone hungry in college if it weren’t for you. Or the books I wouldn’t have had. And I never had to ask for anything. You just knew.
To the man with the best jokes.
My love of dad jokes comes from you. Because no matter how corny or cheesy they were they still made me laugh. And you loved to make us laugh. One of the best laughs I had with you wasn’t even on purpose. I remember being at the Ford Museum taking a house tour just the two of us. As a former employee you gave me a little behind the scenes with every room. My favorite room went something like this…
Tour guide: This vase is from the (insert some ancient asian dynasty here) and is (insert a ridiculously large number here) years old.
Pa: *Grabs my arm as people exit the room to continue the tour* One night I was on guard duty and I tripped over that rug and shattered that vase…
The rest of the people on that tour will still never understand why we walked in after them laughing so hard…
To the man with the set routine.
Everything was your way or the high way. You were so stubborn. Always. And you taught me that when you know what’s right for you, you need to hold on to it no matter what anyone else says.
To the man without ice in his soda.
It really is better that way. I get it now.
To the man with the sweet dance moves.
The fact that you won’t be dancing with me at my wedding breaks my heart. But I know you’ll be dancing in heaven. Which makes me jealous of everyone up there.
To the man with the unmatched perseverance.
You made sure to call me before and after my first half marathon. You made sure you shared all of the knowledge you had stored up from the countless marathons you ran. You made sure that I understood how proud you were of me. It didn’t matter how fast I finished, it was the fact that I even started that mattered the most. I loved bragging about you. “My grandpa built this… last summer. At 80.” Yep. That was you. You were a champ. And I will brag about you till the day I die.
To the man who was so proud of his family.
You were so proud of every single one of us. You couldn’t wait to brag about each and every one of our accomplishments. But the thing is. It was all because of you. You were the one who taught us to be strong and stand for what we believe in. You were the one who taught us to love everyone unconditionally. You were the one who taught us that limits did not exist. You were the one who taught us that we were all made to be incredible and unique individuals. And that is exactly why we’ve become the people we are today. Because of the incredible person you were.
I love you with all of my heart. I miss you more than I can stand. And I long for the day when we will be cracking jokes once again.
your forever-proud grand daughter