I lost my beloved Dedo this past week. I absolutly adored him and as I sat in the church at the funeral I kept thinking how absolulty blessed I am to have had this man in my life... and for my children to have been able to know their amazing great grandfather. This picture is him holding my oldest son at his baptism.
He lived a long life and died at 93 years old. He came to this country from Yugoslavia to make a fresh start like so many others after World War II... He suffered tremendous heartbreak during the war losing almost all of his family. He never would talk much about it though... he would just get tears in his eyes and tell me how blessed I am to live in this country.
I will never forget this man... he truly was the kindest and most loving grandfather and I only hope I will one day be as loved by my grandchildren as he was by his.
May you all have a wonderful Easter treasuring the ones you love.