I can't say that I knew grandpa very well. After all, I hadn't truly met him for the first and only time until I was 17, but I do remember him. I remember his passion for hospitality and spending time with others. It's a passion he surely passed on to my father, who, in turn, passed it on to most of us as well. I guess what I'm saying here is, maybe we don't have to physically know someone to know who they are. Maybe I carried a small piece of him with me off the island that day, and maybe through history, and years of great stories at the dinner table and around campfires, perhaps I knew him better than I thought. You will be forever missed grandpa,...but not missed forever, for we will be reunited once more in a place far more Glorious than this,...never to be parted again. We love you!
Daniel Mojica