When I think of him, I think of him sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and watching the birds outside of his window. I also think of the rubber band guns and the beautiful rocks he worked with inside of his garage.
I was never too close to my Grandpa Jack, as he had 26 other grandchildren to share his love with, but I’m sure I was just as special as the others. However, when I was about 20 years old, I took the time every now and then to just go over to their house on Mulberry Street and visit him and my Grandma Fran with my cousin Liz. We loved the conversation and just hanging out with them. This is where my relationship with my Grandma got much stronger as well.
My Grandpa passed away on March 20, 2002 of lung cancer. We all knew it was going to happen but we of course were not prepared at all for it. He was the first person in my life that I was close to that had passed away. It was a very hard time for my mom too, as she was SO close to her dad. We all still miss him tons – and my Grandma too. It’s unbelievable to me that it has been nearly 9 years since the last time that I saw his face or spoke to him – I remember that his last words to me were “I love you”.
From time to time, I think about how much he would genuinely love my two sweet little girls. I just know he would get such a kick out of them, and would have just adored him. It really makes me sad that they never got a chance to meet him. And Josh too, Josh never got that chance to meet him, but I no doubt know that they would have been buddies – they shared a lot of the same interests and Josh would have sat and listened to his stories for hours, I just know it. I am grateful for the time that my family got to spend with my Grandma Fran though, my girls still talk about her, and she was very special to each of them.
RIP Grandpa Jack – I love you, and I am happy you get to spend your birthday with Grandma this year for the first time in 8 years.



