Hey kids,

As some of you may know my grandfather passed away this past Sunday night.  He was taken to the hospital over a week prior, with pneumonia and congestive heart failure.  It was a long, difficult week for all of us but it was my grandfather who suffered the most.  In the end, he decided that he lived a long, amazing life and that it was his time to let go.

Now, to be completely honest, I’m not taking this very well.  My Pop Pop and I were very close.  I had planned on writing a long personal post about the man —  I could have told you stories of his travels across the globe during World War II, how he was almost arrested for indecent exposure driving home from the beach in his swim trunk, how he constantly tried to convince me that his middle initial — “U” — stood for “Useless”, or even just sleeping over his house when I was a boy, staying up late with him, watching old mystery shows and eating frozen grapes.  — but it wouldn’t mean as much to you as it does to me.

Instead, I’ll just show you why my Pop Pop was the most amazing person I’ve ever met.

Goodbye, Pop Pop.  I love you and I miss you.

Michael Giallanza
May 8, 1923 – February 28, 2010