After Hurricane Sandy, I thought the destruction of two cars, lack of power for 14 days, and part of my sanity disappearing would be all I had to bare through the duration of 2012. I wish 2012 ended with only material loss, but my world changed this weekend.
Sunday night I lost my grandfather. He was 90 years old with more knowledge than most people could ever hope to gain throughout their lifetime. He had been through multiple wars, multiple battles within his own life, and still had a smile to share with the world.
During the past year as he fell ill, his jokes and sarcasm never quit. Any serious story he would tell, always ended with a not-so-serious punchline. Sometimes the point came where you didn’t know if he was making a joke or recalling a humorous memory. He laughed regardless, so no one bothered to ask for clarification.
To my mother, he was her hero; therefore, he was my superhero. Everyone thought he would live forever. Live like a superhero saving everyone from everything. He was there for my mother no matter the circumstance, even if it meant catching on fire in order to save her life (which really did happen). He was there for me, but I wish I could have been there for him through the latter years of his life. I don’t want to live my life with regrets of not calling him as much as I should have, but it’s hard not to think about what I could have done differently. I know he would want me to be happy and remember him for the badass that he was, so I’ll get through the tears by thinking of the laughter he gave me.
I will always miss him, and I will never stop loving him. He is most definitely talking everyone’s ears off up above.