Going to AZ

:(

My mom called me last night and told me that my grandpa died.

My heart is broken.

He walked me down the aisle when I got married. When the minister asked 'Who gives this woman to this man," my grandpa answered in his thick Polish accent, "I do."

He fed me kielbasa and rye bread when I went to their house.

He called me Stacia (pronounced Stah-sha...not Stay-sha) instead of Stella as a pet name because I was named after his mother.

He always made Jeff drink a Rolling Rock beer whenever we visited. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

Whenever I was there, he would have me program phone numbers into his cell phone for him.

He would say all kinds of non-politically correct things in only the way a very old man would. "Those Mexicans are clannish! When I moved to America from Poland, I learned English! We spoke Polish at home but English out of the home. We didn't expect America to learn Polish! If that's what I wanted, then I would have moved back to Poland!" Touche' grandpa.

I am flying out in the morning. Jeff is taking a few days off work to play Mr. Mom.

Note to self...buy waterproof mascara.