Yesterday would have been my grandpa’s birthday. He would have been 92. I’m so sorry he died when I was still a silly teenager who hadn’t understood the importance of grandparents. I do believe now that they are one of the greatest resources of love, wisdom and tenderness that one can have. My mother told me yesterday at dinner that he would have been really proud to see me graduate. I do hope I’m somehow making him proud.
I miss him, and I mostly miss the opportunity to spend again time with him, and listen to all the stories I’m sure he would have told me. I miss him so much.
This is one of the only three pictures I have where I’m with him. I’m the blonde he’s looking with a very happy face.
This is him with my mother when she was such a doll.
I have many more pictures, but I don’t feel like sharing all of them, at least not this year. I just want to keep them for myself.6