Grandpa I can never fully express my gratitude for all you've done for me throughout my life. There are no words for the depth of love I have for you or the pain we all feel without you here. I have a million and one memories that I will treasure for the rest of my life.
Here's a little blurb I wrote:
It's been a tough couple days for our family. Yesterday we lost one of the most important men in our lives. One of the hardest working good ol' boys around.
I'm still trying to process all of this. I've always been my Grandpa's girl since I was born. My grandpa was the classic stubborn Irish man. He held grudges like it was his job. No one could tell him what to do or how to do it. If his mind was made up, nothing else mattered. But... my grandpa was one of the hardest working people I've ever known. He gave his all to working and supporting his family, taking care of his massive property and worked until he physically couldn't anymore.
My grandparents loved all animals. My passion and love for animals came from them. They rescued and rehabbed any injured animal they could get their hands on.
For many years I spent after school and many weekends at my grandparents house. My grandpa and I would do yard work together, we'd make the weekly run to Dunkin to get fresh coffee beans and to the bakery for delicious fresh baked goods. I could always count on my grandpa to give me a ride after school or help me earn money if I needed or wanted something. For my 7th grade class trip to D.C., we sold cheesecakes to raise money. I came up really short, so instead of paying for my trip, my grandparents bought enough cheesecakes for me to go. Like an entire chest freezer full.
One of my favorite things to do with my grandpa was to garden. My grandpa taught me how to compost, till and grow the most amazing fresh vegetables. Forget the farmers almanac, if I had a question I could just ask my grandpa.
In recent years my grandparents needed more and more help. When we could, we would go and help them, whether it be yard work, or rides to doctors. My grandpa could be feeling like crap, but when I would walk in his eyes would light up and I would get a classic grandpa bear hug and a little squeeze of the back of the neck. I'm going to miss those. A lot.
To my grandpa, I love you so much. I'm glad I made it one last time and you knew it was me. Yesterday we saw you off. I will forever be grateful that we were all there through the end. A piece of my heart went with you.
Grandpa I will forever be your pumpkin, nothing will ever heal my heart. What I wouldn't give to be able to get a grandpa hug one last time. I love you forever and always ❤️ Rest In Peace Grandpa
