February 21, 2016
He Was Beautiful
Our journey took an unexpected turn the morning after we arrived in St. Augustine. My grandfather passed away so we flew up to NY to celebrate his life. His 95 years here produced many epic stories and great friendships. My brother and I spent summers being spoiled by Pop and my grandmother, using his tools to make jewelry boxes out of wood scraps, eating as many sweets as we could handle, inhaling the smell of new leather during Sunday drives. Pop believed in simple things, like supporting your family, making sure everything you own is in proper working order, being able to drive as fast as you want, and helping your neighbors. He was unforgiving when you completed a task not up to his standards, but would rub your ear at midnight till your ear ache went away. He would laugh till he was in tears and exclaimed “holy christmas!” And there was nothing better than when he would look at you, get a twinkle in his eye and say “you’re the greatest.” He loved photography and I often poured over all his photos when I went to visit. Here are a couple of my favorites, one from when he was an airplane mechanic in the navy and one from his wedding. He was beautiful and will be missed.