My Grandfather

The morning I received the call was a Tuesday... I was in the middle of getting my house in order for the day. Anne was here, she just dropped Rory off and needed to kill a few minutes and my phone rang. It was my mom and she told me that Grandpa has died. He just didn't wake up. At first I was relived, I was happy that he didn't have to live out months and years in a nursing home. I was shocked as I wasn't expecting this news to come. My Grandpa had a way of controlling almost everything and even to his last breaths he controlled his exit out of this world and into heaven. The blessing in this is he left us so peacefully... it was almost too perfect. That afternoon after talking with my cousins, I started to gather some images of him that I had. I was able to quickly establish 40+ pictures into a slideshow. I started to cry (hard) because my life would no longer have Eugene Pojanowski in it... he would no longer be in the background of my pictures nor my life. I realized that my whole life until now had a presence of my grandfather... he was usually always around. Grandpas funeral was October 11th, his birthday, he would have been 83. I am really gonna miss your grin, your laugh and just your quiet presence. I am happy you are with Grandma again and I hope you are smiling down on us. Give us peace and remind us that life is to be lived!