23 June 2008

My Grandpa, my friend



On Friday, the world lost a good man, a good friend and the best grandpa a girl could ask for.

My grandpa has taught me a thousand things.
He taught me the love of card games, the enjoyment of good food, the art of storytelling and the importance of being a good person and having a big heart.

A man worked for Al Capone, who made the best avocado dip, pizza, apple pie, peanut butter pie, peanut butter balls, Italian Christmas cookies, potato salad, ribs, and shrimp cocktail.

My Grandpa was the kind of man who could not be ignored when he entered a room. He knew the name of everyone at the grocery store, even when he came up to visit us.

The man with a million stories. No matter how many times we had heard them, they never seemed to get old. Whether it be his hey days in Chicago, or his days of entertaining for church socials.

To know him is to love him, you never forget a man like my grandpa.

2 comments:

Steve, Lynn & Brian said...

I am so sorry! I hadn't heard that you'd lost your Grandpa. I know how close you are to he and your Grandma. I'm truly sorry. It's a beautiful post and a wonderful tribute. Take care.

Scott said...

Sorry for your family's loss. I know you were close from all that Cameron has told me. Our thoughts are with you.