Remembering Grandpa

Remembering Grandpa

My grandfather was a hard working man. He owned a fancy Italian restaurant in Downtown Portland after he came home from the war. Each Memorial Day I always visit his grave and give flowers and a big thanks for the service that he provided for our country. Each Father’s Day, the day that he passed, I cry and cry because I have so many fond memories of grandpa and I never had the chance to say goodbye. Being his first-born grandchild, grandpa and I were very close. When I was still an infant, he used to sing me Pavarotti’s operas and rock me to sleep. Grandpa was my best friend. I was twenty when grandpa passed of a heart attack. I still have trouble dealing with his passing because we were so close and I never got to tell him I loved him one last time. I was not able to attend the funeral because I was going to school hundreds of miles away.

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Last Father’s Day, as always, my mother and I went to grandpa’s grave and put flowers on his headstone. It is a beautiful headstone with an angel on it that sits in the grotto in the military cemetery under a giant statue of the Virgin Mary. When we got up to the gravesite, my mom surprised me with a gift. She had a beautiful cremation urn made for me from bamboo that had a photo in the center of it of grandpa and I. it was the best gift I had ever received. Inside, there were grandpa’s war metals, photos of his restaurant with him in the kitchen, a Pavarotti CD and grandpa’s medical ID bracelet. Now, I do not have to ever worry about forgetting grandpa or not getting to say goodbye because I will always have grandpa with me.

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