I've been thinking about my grandpa a lot this last year. I think about going out into the canal in the tiny metal motorboat...not something I would do today with my knowledge of crocs. I think about catching tiny fish with a net, and granny and grandpa taking care of them after we went North again. I think about those amazing pineapple shakes, and how it became a tradition. I think of when I told him I wanted to go to Romania and he told me to leave them and their religion alone, that I didn't need to go lead a crusade over there. But I guess the memory that makes me smile the most was last year...my mom had already been down for two weeks and I was coming later. I took the flight and the shuttle by myself and as we pulled up to the house, my mom and grandpa were standing in the driveway waiting for me. All the ladies were ooooing and aaaahing over how cute he was. The man didn't even have to come in contact with women, they just loved him from afar. I'll miss my grandpa very much, I'll miss all the sweet and even not so sweet lol, I words. I'll miss his songs and his stories. I'll miss being his only granddaughter. Love you grandpa, sip you through a straw.
