My grandfather was a remarkable man. A member of the “greatest generation”, he was one of the ones who made it easy to see why they were so aptly named. He served his country, built his own home, and raised a family of seven (with only one bathroom!)
From the stories I’ve heard, he worked strict hours to support his family—the words “day off” were not in his vocabulary! Even in his retirement, there was never a day I saw him that he didn’t have a job to do. For two generations, he was an example of hard work and diligence to his children and grandchildren.
As firm of a father as I’m told he was, it eventually gave way to an almost childlike delight in being a grandfather. To me, he literally always seemed to have a twinkle in his eye. He lived to treat—but not spoil—us. The name Dunkin’ Donuts is synonymous with memories of him, along with morning trips to McDonald’s. A day with grandpa was unpredictable—you never knew whether you were going to go fishing, be put to work, or be given driving lessons in a dump truck—but every day was fun, and always ended with dinner together as a family.
Grandpa was a true family man. His dedication to his family was incredible. Every day he took care of us in one way or another. His devotion to Grammy remained strong and true for 63 years, and the home they created together felt like a fortress to me. Anyone looking for an illustration of love need not look any further than Grandpa. I have known few people who have loved as much as he did. His entire life was devoted to looking after those he loved and those who loved him. I am blessed to call him my grandfather.
