Well, on top of being homesick already during the holidays of 2010, on Wednesday, December 29th, my Grandpa Donbrosky passed away. He was 3 weeks shy of his 91st birthday. It is hard to imagine him not with us any more, as he has been there my entire life. I know miss him extraordinarily. As my sister Martha said on her blog, I know he has gone on to a better place, of that I am sure, and he has been reunited with his wife, Martha [yes, my sister's namesake].
I too remember him with a cigar always protruding from his lips. I also always remember him with a baseball cap on [just as he is pictured in his obiturary picture].
He was a giant of a man in my life, as is his son, my father. I have nothing but great memories of my times with him, of our trips to Michigan and the many Christmases spent there. I don't know if it is accurate, but I seem to remember that whenever we went up there, it was snowing. Always a white Christmas. I think that made it stand out even more in my mind, because it was so magical. We don't often get white Christmases in Virginia where I grew up.
I know this is extremely hard on my father. I cannot even begin to describe the depth of emotion within me right now as I ache for my dad.
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The hardest part for me is knowing how hard this is on dad. He always talks about his dad, and makes special trips to Michigan to see him. This really took a toll on him.
Kathryn texted Jess yesterday and said that she was going up to Michigan yesterday to surprise and be with Dad. It was a last minute decision but one that I think will make Dad very happy. I'm going to miss Grandpa very much and just wish that I had been able to see him more.
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