In my 33 years of life I’ve been to several funerals. Young or old losing someone is never easy. We lost my Grandfather this past Wednesday. He was 92 years old. He was the center of our family and we will all miss him so much. He was born in Potenza, Italy and came through Ellis Island when he was eight years old. He didn’t talk much about his past but the few things I knew was that he served in World War II and was on Omaha Beach on D-Day. He never really spoke about it although I know it’s a big part of who he was. He was a hero that day and a hero to our family. He always made sure we were ok. He always put us first. He cared for my Grandmother until the day she died and wore his wedding band until the day he died. I can only hope to be in love for as long as they were. Don’t get me wrong, they were both stubborn Italians and had tempers but we could always see the love they had for each other. I’m extremely fortunate that I’ve had him in my life, and that my son had a chance to meet him. I’ll always remember his smile.