I feel like I had a great perspective of my grandpa being the youngest in the family when it came to holidays and visits. My best example of this would be during Christmas time. While everyone else would be preparing food, finishing gifts, running errands, etc. I usually would end up sitting with grandpa in the living room. After about 10 minutes of Bonanza, he would turn to me and tell me “don’t be bashful, go get a pop”. After I had done this, I knew the stories were coming. The amount of stories he had to tell me almost seemed endless. I was a quiet kid and didn’t say a whole lot, even around family, but I never felt I had to with him, he knew I was listening and just seemed to know what I was thinking and feeling, I was always comfortable with my grandpa. At the time, the stories were great ways to pass the time and great quality time with my grandpa before it was time for my favorite meal of the year, his spaghetti and meatballs. However these stories have taken a new meaning for me. They remind me of the full and amazing life my grandpa lived, and how he had more stories than most people could hope for in 10 lifetimes. It reminds me to get out and live my life, and that if I can even have half as many stories as my grandpa, I’ve lived a full life.
As with all my family, it was difficult when I got the news. I went through all the stages of grief and it is never easy. However, this was a bit different. There was not another person on the planet that loved his family more than my grandpa. While I’m not one who has been prone to experiences I can’t explain, I had a feeling overcome me in the weeks following the news. Nothing crazy, but for a reason I can’t explain, it felt like I had someone with me, watching over me. I felt like maybe I was just dealing with the grief in a new way, but I was strangely calm, without the usual anxiety of life. It felt like I had a friend next to me at all times. The only way I can explain it and what feels right to me is the fact that my grandpa loved all of us so much, that there’s no possible way it was going away, even when he physically was not with us anymore. My grandpa’s love for me made me experience sorrow in a whole new way, realizing that I was so grateful that life had given me someone who loved me so unconditionally and fully, that the fact that I got to have him for 20 years, was a blessing. I don’t focus too much on the negative, even though sometimes I can’t avoid it, because the fact that I got so many years with such an amazing person, is one of the beautiful parts of life, and I need to appreciate the time I had with him. I know the last thing he would want is for me to limit how much I was living because of the sadness, and to focus on the positive, even in the worst situations.
He is the reason I have such an amazing family, the reason I know how much family means, and the reason I am in such a good place today. I know now that instead of being far from him physically and not being able to fully communicate with him, he is always right by my side, getting to see my whole life play out. I am reminded of him in everything I do. I could talk about my grandpa for about 20 pages, that’s something I’ve realized recently, but I’ll start to wind down here. I am going to miss my grandpa, a lot, for the rest of my life, but I am going to appreciate and love the time I got with him a whole lot more, because I know that’s what he wants. I’m happy to have him along with me for the rest of my life and I hope I can look back one day and say I loved, lived, laughed, and most importantly, ate, like my grandpa.