Tuesday, June 24, 2008

My Grandfather

My grandfather passed away this morning. He was 91.
He worked since he was in the third grade to help support his family. Sold newspapers under the Manhattan Bridge.
He loved to tell stories. Most of them were hard to understand and to tell you the truth I still don't get them, but I would love to hear one right now.
Pissed Off want to hear a short story?
sure.
Once upon a time there was a chicken
The chicken drank wine, the wine was red and the chicken dropped dead.
Right now I can hear my grandmother saying
shut up Patrick that is a stupid story, and my grandfather saying aww Maggie come on it is cute, as he picked up his glass of red wine and drank.
So here is to you grandpa, up in the sky drinking your red wine and my grandmother saying to you, welcome home.

He is survived by 5 great grandsons and two grandchildren who will miss him greatly.

4 comments:

Pissed Off said...

my sympathies on your grandfather's fassing

NYC Educator said...

I'm very sorry to hear about your grandfather.

Ms. Tsouris said...

I'm so sorry to read about your grandfather. He certainly sounds like a man who was "the salt of the earth".

17 (really 15) more years said...

My condolences on the loss of your grandfather.