I don't remember when I started calling Grandpa, "Grandpa." I think one day I called him it and it just came out. Everyone called him "Grandpa," boarders, friends, strangers... everyone knew him and loved him.
I remember hanging out in his house skipping school with his grandson, and him taking us out to breakfast.
I also remember him backing into a car at McDonalds and him insisting he never hit it.
He used to buy me cigarettes before I was 18 and then bum them off of me when he ran out of his own Marlboro Lights.
I remember him swearing he'd dance at my wedding when I married his grandson.
I remember him losing the gas cap off of Aunt April's car. I remember him wearing the Mexican hat. I remember him gushing with love over the birth of my daughter. I remember the look in his eyes when she finally called him Grandpa and held his hand...
And now that he's passed, I'll remember him with a fierce love. I'll remember him just as he was, happy and full of spit-fire.
I'll be taking some time off to spend with family and remembering the great man that he was. Please understand my absence.