Popsie

It has been taking me almost a month to write about my Grandpa in fear that my words will not do justice to the man he was. His demeanour was that of a quite, loving, humble man who was satisfied with a spam and egg breakfast and cold coffee through out the day.

I will forever love the smell of old spice and I will smile when I see a can of Spam. I will miss seeing him sitting in his chair in his room with the T.V blasting Chayanne or the theme song to Jeopard. I’ll never forget telling him I miss him and his response being, “ Oh doll, I miss you everyday...”

The man who taught me to fix my car mirror with tin foil was the same man who joined the United Stated Army in World War II out of pure selflessness. Although he was not one for speaking on the phone, he was a charmer in person. His twinkling blue eyes and his warm handshake, made his name fit him perfectly, Romeo Virtuoso.

Not only do Grandma’s voice always replay during random times of the day.. from “Lights are low since you went away..” and “Kisses int he morning, in the afternoon, Kisses in the evening and underneath the moon..”, but Grandpa’s tearful eyes and words of wisdom of “always running around” will be thought simultaneously with Grandma’s music.

To the man that “broke the mold” but showed me that there are respectable men out there.. and I was lucky enough to have the best one as my Grandpa.

Oh Grandpa.. I miss you everyday.

Until we meet again.



“May the wind always be on your back and the sun upon your face and may the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.”