My grandfather is the best man in the world…hands down…no comparison even come close. He was just the best. I can’t remember a single childhood memory, or a memory from my teenage years, that did not include him. He was always there and I loved every single minute of it. I loved his wild stories from his days in the army during World War Two, his stories of growing up in Poland, and the crazy things my mom did as a teenager. He was my protector when I got in trouble, my wisdom when I needed advice, and when my dad walked out on our family, he filled that void in my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.
And then, many years later, the day came for me to say goodbye. I remember it so clearly. Sitting beside my grandpa’s hospital bed, his hand in mine. This big, strong man who protected me from so much, seemed so small, so weak. Even as he was lying there, fighting to hang on, his goal was still the same- to protect me and reassure me that everything was going to be okay. I remember the brave, weak smile he gave me as he told me how proud he was of the person I was becoming and how much he loved me. I will always remember the overwhelming sense of love in that final hug as we said goodbye.
Losing my grandfather was one of the most difficult events of my life. But I’m comforted by the amazing memories we shared together and still feel his love with me everyday.
My grandfather will always be the best man in the world. Hands down. No comparison comes close.