Tony
My grandfather was an unconventional man. His love was always apparent but the words seldom spoken. His actions purely protective but still a little dangerous. I remember when he used to live with me and take me to middle school. He didn’t want to wait in the car circle lines, I hated it too; so he would stop his car on the side of the road and tell me to tuck and roll(he always came to a complete stop) and then I got out. Or when at dinner, he’d take his fork and poke my hands at the oddest of times and burst out with laughter. My favorite memories were of when him and I would watch his war movies and he’d tell me about all the history, the planes used, the weapons manufactured and the time periods. Also, our talks about his model train set or his collection of ceramic elephants, or his fascination of model airplanes. This man taught me a lot, I will love him forever. I believe I haven’t truly grieved his death yet, I suppose it will always be surreal. I miss you Papa T, and I always will. Your Grandson, Tony P