Sep 25th, 2012 by Jennifer Lynn
My Granpops peacefully succumbed to a battle with a prolonged illness this week and the reality of his passing is still seeping in.
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.
I am sorry for your loss, he sounds like a wonderful person.
All the best.
Thank you, Debtgirl. Much appreciated.
Sorry for your loss
I'm sorry to hear that Jennifer.
Ironically I also lost my grandmother just this morning
I don't think it has sunk in yet.
Sorry chica. And Glen! Bad week. It's rough.
We lost our first grandparent a couple of years ago (hubby's maternal grandma) and the other 7 are now in their late 70's to mid-80's and not feeling too well. It'll be a rough 5-10 years.
I'm really sorry.
Sorry for your loss. Sounds like you have many wonderful memories with him. I'm sure he's smiling down on you right now.