My grandfather was more of a father to me than my actual father was
When we moved in I was 11 a few days away from 12. My mother took us three days before high-school started and we went to live with them
the last time I stepped foot in that home was 2019 they moved to Vegas to be with their youngest
It caught fire nearly three months later due to using the fireplace and damage to said fireplace but thats a whole different story
My grandfather built that house it was much bigger than he planned because engineers (like him) and architects use a slightly different measurement system in blueprints
I grew up through high-school into mostly college there. My grandfather taught me about everything he was always there for me and helped raise us when my mom had to work three jobs.
He taught me lessons about life stories from our family the meaning of hardwork some of my favorite shows and movies he showed me.
We listened to Frank Sinatra and audio books in his car every trip
We loved going to museums together he helped fuel my love of science and history
He also loved the stupid Christmas Hallmark movies even though all of us born and raised Jewish.
He had his own recliner that had a certain spot he always sat in
He always watched Rachel Madow during dinner always watching politics while we ate together
He loved Costco we always walked around together. He pushed the cart and walked the entire store. He always got the rotisserie chicken and shredded it himself for chicken salad and a seporate pile for his dog in my life first was Sandy a golden retriever, then princess a golden doodle and finally Penny a golden retriever (she now lives on a farm an actual one; she isn't dead)
My grandfather didn't like small dogs
My grandfather ran his own business build million dollar deals with his handshake. He ran his business until his Parkinson got too bad
He was dressed as a fairy when we went to Disney he got picked in the show I was like 7
My grandfather renewed his vows three times to my knowledge looking through photos. Threw new big weddings for them with my grandmother
He always wore these white T shirts with shorts to bed. They would be like a dress on me
He helped me with my first job getting me there and back. He helped take me to doctors and he always made me smile
He was there for me when my father forgot how to be a father
Here's to say I love him. I will miss him. I know he's with his family now.
My grandmother wrote hearts on the calender when he would get back from rehab from his broken shoulder
He died 12 hours after he was released from rehab
I miss him.
He's gone.
And I know people always talk about the afterlife, I know I write stories about it. I don't know what's after. I want to believe he's with family now, and he's no longer in pain and struggling. I want to believe he's happy and watching over but I can't.
I don't know
I miss you I love you grandpa
