It was my wedding, but he stole the show. Everyone said he looked like Brad Pitt that day. I agreed.
In World War II, he fought in the Battle of the Bulge. After the war, he settled in California as a carpenter. He was an original builder of the Matterhorn ride at Disneyland. His adult grandchildren still tout this every time they visit.
He would describe himself as a father/grandpa. My precious Grandpa was the quintessential meaning of the word "love." He loved seven girls and one boy, but hundreds loved him back. In his piercing blue eyes was a patience and kindness that can never be replicated. He was always as happy as he looks. We never saw him in a bad mood, or angry, and we knew we were loved. He whistled "Amazing Grace" and rocked us to sleep. Ironically, he was also the man who taught his grandchildren their first curse words, and you only tried his orange juice once, he preferred it with vodka. He might tell you that he was lucky to have his family; I disagree, we were incredibly lucky to have him.
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