To my Grandpa,
The man who would show us the proper way to eat corn on the cob or crack a hard boiled egg.
Who sometimes when we were little, very rarely and only if we asked sweetly, would quickly pop his teeth out with his tongue and back again. Which would most assuredly make us burst into fits of laughter.
The man I would try to impress by taking a big sniff out of the horseradish jar every time it sat on the table.
The man who on Christmas Eve, dressed in his 3-piece suit, would come back from church and have a glass of sherry and show us how to crack nuts. That guy, my grandpa, the classiest guy I had ever met.
And the one who when Grandma and Bearnie had passed, took the reigns of pie-making like he had been doing it for centuries, combining interesting fruits to make the best tasting pies.
but most importantly the one who taught me strength and love, and who I will carry in my heart forever. I miss you and love you.
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