Earlier this week my Grandpa pasted away. He had had two strokes and it's a possibility he died of a blood clot that moved to his lungs from being in bed for so long. See my grandpa has always been one of the most active people I know. He played Tennis every chance he got, he loved the out doors and to travel in his RV or go boating in his speed boat named the "Booby Bouncer". And yes he also had a great sense of humor. I think some of my favorite times with him was a trip we made to Yosemite. We hiked and roasted marshmallows, went river rafting, which was an adventure in itself.
Another favorite was spending time with him in Berkley. He had gone to college there and told me some great stories about him and his fraternity. Below is a picture on him in 1952 when he was attending Berkley. I found this picture when I did a random search of his name, but I love it because he seems so happy. He had whole life ahead of him.
My only regret is that before I moved out to Connecticut, before his first stroke, I didn't make the time to go see him. But I didn't know what was to come and sometimes you feel that everyone you know will live forever, that there will always be time later to say how much you care. I think he knows I loved him, even though I did try to steal all those quarters from him when I was 12, but I think he'll find a way to get back at me when we meet again in heaven.
Goodbye Grandpa, I love you.
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