Papa, I have so many things to say about you and how you affected my life and the person I am today.
I know very little about your time in WWII. I always wanted to hear the stories, but respected the fact that you did not want to talk about them. It never really mattered because you were always a hero to me and always will be. You truly are part of the greatest generation. You were always my hero and I always respected you and the trials and tribulations you went through in your life. Through it all, it made you the man you were and you were always a rock for our family. You defined our identity and the values we stand for. I carry those values with me every day.
I started thinking through some of the fond memories growing up and they just kept adding up. Here are a few of the most memorable:
- Thanksgiving dinners: always to much good food company and Dallas Cowboys football.
- Working in your garden with you. BTW, I just planted my first garden this year and the first hot pepper is about ready!
- Helping you build your shed in your back yard: I was so proud and honored to help you.
- Sleepovers at your house: These included home made fudge and wonderful breakfast! Your fudge is still the best ever!
- Hershey Kisses: You always had them in the house. I developed my addiction to them. Thank you. I think of you every time I eat them!
- You holding my three sons: Watching the beam in your eyes when you got to do that.
There are so many more to count, but finally, just you being my papa. You were the greatest grandpa a boy could ask for. I am going to miss you so much. I am so sad that my boys did not get to know you the way I did.
I love you always.
Shalom Aleikhem (Peace be to you)