- Apr 6, 2002
My grandpa passed away last week. I spent the weekend down South at the funeral. It was bitter sweet since he had been bedridden for two years. It makes me happy that he's whole again and in a better place. I'll miss him though. He was a veteran who served in the army during wartime. He was a delightful Portuguese gentleman who was very proud of his history. He always reminded me of an animated marionette doll because he always spoke with such grand gestures. He was so proud of his home here in America. It was the most ordinary of homes, but he talked about it as if it were a castle. He'd ask me, "Jennifer, is your home as beautiful as this?" And he'd wave his hands around as if to illuminate all of its splendor. He was also a very beautiful looking gentleman who spoke with a lovely Portuguese accent. I used to go to his home and he would hand me a dictionary and ask me to quiz him on any word between letters A through G. He would get so excited to show off his knowledge. He would tell me the definition and then use it in a sentence all with a very Portuguese elocution. Funny thing is that it was often a bit off in the usage category, but I would never tell him that. Why ruin his great fun. He and my grandmother always had people from all walks of life in their home. They loved everyone equally and felt at home in a melting pot. And I cannot forget what a wonderful musician he was throughout his lifetime. He played the piano, organ, clarinet, guitar, and best of all the SAXOPHONE. He was a devoted student until my grandmother passed away two years ago. He was in a bed within a month of her death, and he never left it until his own death. Now, he's free, with Jesus and my grandmother. In life he studied world history, now he'll study the history of the heavens. I'll miss him. He was born January 1, 1918 and went home on February 9, 2006.