When I was younger, us grandkids loved to crawl through the numerous tunnels of his wine cellar and I remember it feeling like a vast labyrinth; we’d stumble and giggle down in those depths, peeking at each other from behind dingy barrels with adventure unfurling in our veins.

Granpop was a scrappy immigrant who learned resourcefulness from observing his parents struggle through the Great Depression. He then applied those values as a young man to build an extremely successful steel company and went on to have six children of his own. He is survived by six great-grandchildren, including Lexi.

May your soul rest in peace, Granpops.
One day we shall meet around that fragile bend.