I have been with my husband for 21 years.
When I was 19, I met his Grandparents. They were adorable. Smiling and giggling and talking about all the things. They gave me Manishevitz and a Jewish cook book.
They were the warmest, kindest people.
Mel’s grandmother died when I was pregnant with Milo so I have had 6+more years to hang with “Grandpop” and see his smile and get to love him more and more.
Honestly, I don’t know a lot of people like Milt. He was so into figuring things out, sticking with something and hard work. I respect this, more than ever.
But more than the hard work and resilient spirit, the bond between Milt and Mel ( my husband’s dad) was amazing. They took care of each other. They were best friends. They taught each other, learned from one another and truly enjoyed each other’s company. So simple, yet extraordinary.
I loved Grandpop for all that he was in the past, all that he gave my Mel and for all the laughs and smiles he shared with us.
My baby is named after this sweet soul, and I feel honored.
Rest in peace, my dear.