Dear Grandpa,
I'm so glad you had a chance to meet Laura this December. It was so important to me to make that trip up to Vermont, despite the crazy weather. I can't tell you how much it meant for me to see Laura with her great-grandfather. You were such a wonderful Grandpa for me - the only one I ever knew. Laura won't remember meeting you, but I will. I will always cherish that last visit.
I remember you "trapping" me on your lap when I was a toddler, and never letting me go. I laughed till I cried every time you did it.
I remember visiting you and Grandma in Wallkill, where I got to drink grape juice which was never allowed at home. I still love purple grape juice, and am sad it's not longer sold in that glass bottle.
I remember eating "wait-and-see" every night for dessert. For the longest time, I thought that was an actual dessert, something one could order at a bakery. I think it was usually pie and ice cream, but it was always delicious.
I remember the smell of your studio, when I went out to watch you paint. The pungent oils made my eyes water while I stared, mesmerized, at your works. You were always so patient at explaining how you painted, why you painted, and what you painted.
I remember going out to Wyoming to celebrate your fifty years of marriage with Grandma. Fifty years. It was a big number to me back then - and is still such a big number now.
Just yesterday, I was thinking about how you and Grandma came to be married. So in love, you defied your parents wishes and eloped nearly seventy-one years ago. Amazing, that just yesterday I was reflecting on your seventy-one years of love.
I will miss you and Grandma, but am happy knowing you are together again.