Grandpa Elias passed away yesterday morning. He had his wife and all four of his kids by his bedside.
I was told it was peaceful.
I've been keeping myself busy. Busy, busy, busy... its what I do to keep functioning. But I was eating lunch with the boys today and my memories of him kept flashing in my mind.
I loved how my Grandpa would open the door and in his broken english accent say "Who ees theees moooo-veee starrr??" (Who is this movie star?) Every single time I rang the door bell to my grandparents house.
I was also his " Aww-glee g-errrl" (Ugly girl) that pee peed in his car. Hey I was two!!
He would always always buy me a package of saladitos on his 7am run to the store.
No matter how early I got up he would always be sitting in his chair.
I loved hearing the stories about how he and my grandma would put records on the player and dance in the living the room.
My grandpa was a great dancer, always booogying on the dance floor.
I loved how he would wear shorts with dress socks and loafers and his twiggy white legs sticking out.I love how he always just smelled the same.
I love how he looked at my boys like they were angels.
He was a sentimental man, kind, old school, dedicated... and loving.
I will miss Grandpa Elias.