Misty
I had the pleasure of knowing my grandpa all my life—and what a blessing that has been. So many cherished memories flood my heart when I think of him. He was a stubborn old man, no doubt about it, and oh how he’d mumble under his breath every time grandma said something he didn’t like. That mumble—half annoyance, half love—became one of those things we’d all laugh about, imitating him every chance we got. It was just so him, and somehow, it made us love him even more.One of my favorite memories is the times he and grandma would take me and my sisters to Sizzler with Aunty Val—his cousin,That place became our special spot, not just for the food, but for the laughs, the stories, and the time we all shared together. It’s funny how a simple dinner spot can hold so much love.And oh, could Grandpa cook! His Spanish rice—mayjah ono!—especially when he and Grandma teamed up in the kitchen, was something else. The smell would fill the house and pull us all to the table. Those flavors, like his love, will never be forgotten.Even now, when we talk about him, we still catch ourselves doing his famous mumble, playfully teasing like he used to. Just like with Grandma, it’s those little quirks and memories that keep him close.Grandpa, I love you. You’ll forever be in our hearts, living on in our laughter, our stories, and every bite of that delicious rice we try to recreate. Thank you for the memories.