A Special Place in My Heart

My grandparents are some of the most important people in my life. They have always taught me the most valuable lessons like how to love and how to be loved; how to make the most of any situation; how to be grateful for what I have; how to cherish every moment; how to be proud without having a big ego; how to be compassionate and kind to others… and have helped shape me to become who I am today. Obviously I love all of my grandparents equally, but I would really like to focus this blog on the men in my life: my grandpas (Poppy and PopPop).

Poppy, my mom’s dad, is one of my favorite people ever! He passed away last year when he was almost 94 years old and I miss him terribly. Please bear with me because I’m getting a little teary-eyed as I sit here writing this. I always loved sharing with him about my life, current events, music, and much much more—and he always loved listening (and contributing, too)! He always said that we (my sister, my cousin, and I—his 3 grandchildren) are what kept him going, but really, I honestly feel that the lessons that we all learned from him are what will keep us going and aid us with success in our futures. Poppy always had a love for music and we always joked that he knew a song for every word. He always taught me to follow the music in my heart and to march to the beat of my own drum. I can’t thank him enough for all of these valuable lessons. I miss him so so much and would give anything to share one more moment with him!

PopPop, my dad’s dad, is one person I know I can always rely on—for a good laugh, to help me make a decision, to support me in all of my endeavors, to brag about me and show me off to all of his friends, to make me think, and just to give me a hug and kiss and tell me he loves me. His passions are his family, music (like Poppy!)—he walks around our office singing show tunes and other favorites, and food (he is Mr. Food, the television chef, after all). PopPop has always welcomed anyone into our family and has always made sure that everyone was included and never left out of anything (maybe that’s why all of our family gatherings are so large!). It is his warmth and inclusion that that have really taught me so much. Because of him, I have learned to accept everyone for who they are and not to make any preconceived judgments.

My two grandpas didn’t seem like in-laws to me, “Machutin,” which is Yiddish term of endearment that they always used to describe each other. They acted more like brothers than anything. They always embraced each other with a warm, enormous hug and were always so happy to see each other. I love my grandpas more than words can even describe.