Happy Birthday Dad , 90th b day , hard to thank of , can't believe 6 years already . Alot has happened over that time here , but you probably already know . Hope all is well on your side . Say hi to all and love miss all.
We love grandpa Pete ❤️ I remember asking when I got married the extent to staying married so long! She’s always right he would say! He loved taking Bev to broadway shows, I could listen to their experiences all day ❤️ We will miss you!
I have two memories that I think encapsulate how I saw Grandpa growing up. When I was not much older than Katie, Grandpa asked if I'd like to help him with something in the back yard. I don't remember if it was to fix or building something, but I do remember how excited I was at the prospect of helping Grandpa on one of his projects. I followed him out to where he had his things set up, and he handed me his hammer and told me to swing at the post he was holding. Mind you, I doubt I had much experience swinging a hammer at that time, since I couldn't have been older than 10. And sure enough, my first swing at the post, I ended up hitting his thumb instead and busting open his thumbnail. I still remember seeing the blood, and feeling terrible. Grandpa didn't yell though, or curse, or even get angry with me. Instead he just shook it off, told me it was fine and try again, but more carefully. Grandpa was infinitely patient and loving. I honestly don't remember him ever losing his patience with me or any of us. Somehow, Grandpa always seemed to literally light up anytime he saw us. And he'd always gave the biggest smile, and hardest hug.
The other memory that I know I'll never forget, is the time Grandpa took me out shark fishing way off the coast with him and his friend. I was maybe 13 or 14 at the time and it was supposed to be a multi-day fishing trip. Unfortunately, after about a day or so, we got hit by a terrible storm/nor'easter. I remember the swells being so high and deep that each time we went down in, grandpa's boat would get swept from bow to stern by the waves. Looking back I'm sure grandpa was probably pretty scared, but he never let it show. Instead, when he asked me to stand by him to watch out for floating debris, I remember him being calm and focused. As I stood there getting drenched next to Grandpa, he made the trip back feel like the best adventure ever, instead of the dangerous situation that is was. My whole life, Grandpa was always the strongest person I knew. He was never shy or unsure about anything, and nothing ever seemed to stump him. Grandpa could literally fix or make anything, and he didn't need google or YouTube to do it. I still can’t believe he’s gone, and I’m going to miss him terribly.