The realization that one of the most influential men in my life is gone has finally started to sink in. My grandpa helped raise me and he was one of the funniest guys I knew. Granted his jokes were typically highly inappropriate they still made me laugh, especially because they usually pissed my grandma off something fierce. So I'm taking a bath popping a few Xanax and enjoying all my favorite memories of him. One of my very favorite includes the time he kept telling my grandma how to drive (keep in mind he was a spectacularly horrible driver that had caused several minor accidents) she finally got so angry she pulled over, threw him out of the car and made him walk home. The best part was that wasn't the only time that happened. They had the funniest love hate relationship I've ever seen, but clearly more love than hate because they were married over 65 years. I'm going to miss him something awful, but he's been sick a long time I'm relieved he's no longer suffering. Love you gramps ❤️
