A Thank You To My Grandpa For The Dancing Lessons

A Thank You To My Grandpa For The Dancing Lessons

You taught me so much in our relatively short time together. I will forever be grateful for your love.

Dear Poptart,

It's been four years now since we've laughed together, spent the mornings drinking hot tea, or Friday evenings dancing in your apartment living room. I miss you more than words can possibly describe.

The more I grow up, the more I realize all of the important things that you taught me from a young age. You taught me to stand up for myself, and to be happy with who I am. You gave me an appreciation for music--good music like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. You gave me a love for coffee (even though I wasn't supposed to have any), cooking, and old movies.

I sometimes come to see you and read you poetry. I hope you know how badly I wish you were here to see the young woman I've become. I wish you could have seen me perform my senior year of high school, seen me, graduate, heard the poetry I finally started sharing--you always said I was good at writing.

I hope you know how badly I've wanted to make you proud. I'm no longer the little girl that constantly left her lunchbox or clarinet at home, calling her grandpa to come bring it to her. Although sometimes I still am forgetful, I think I'm a tad more responsible and a lot of that is because of you.

I miss cooking spaghetti with you, helping out at Knights of Columbus breakfasts, drinking hot tea, going out to eat, watching movies, and dancing. I miss your stories most of all. I know we would all get frustrated hearing the same stories over and over again but what I would give up to hear one of those stories again.

I learned so much from your stories and because of them, I found you again a couple of years after your passing on an island in the middle of the ocean. I met a man who grew up with you and it reminded how small this world is and how close you are even though I don't see you anymore.

I hope you know how much I love you. You were my second parent for a long time and I will forever be grateful for the love and care you showed me for so long. Not everyone is lucky enough to grow up with their grandparents right there, and I can tell you they are missing out. I hope you're still dancing. I love you.


Your granddaughter

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A Poem To My Cardinal In Heaven

I dedicate this poem and everything I do, in loving memory of you.

Not a day goes by,

That we don’t think of you and want to cry.

No matter how many years you have been gone,

Your memory will always live on.

Papa, I just want you to know,

We can never, ever, let you go.

I hope that we have all made you proud,

When we think about you, our hearts pump loud.

Everything we do, we do for you,

And when you swoop by, we know it’s your way of saying you love us too.

I think about how we used to play Pretty Pretty Princess,

And you let me dress you up, even though you looked like a mess.

You would always “be in the neighborhood” to just drop on by,

And when I saw you I would jump for the sky.

You liked to bring me a lot of new toys,

These are some of the things that I enjoyed.

Although our time together was cut too short,

I never doubted that I had all of your support.

I dedicate this poem and everything I do,

In loving memory of you.


Your Little Buddy

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Why A Bushia Can Be Better Than A Grandma

Not many people have a Bushia, and I am so glad that I do

You may be asking yourself, "What does Bushia even mean?" Well, Bushia is the Americanized version of the Polish word for Grandma, one that a lot of people are familiar with. Bushia isn't just a title given by a family, it is a title that someone has to earn and live up too.

A Bushia is like having a best friend, a confidant, and a "cool" grandma all rolled into one. My Bushia and I have the best of times when we are together, and there is hardly a moment you won't find us laughing or doing something fun. She has even taken on the impossible task of trying to teach me how to cook.

Believe it or not, I do have grandparents who are called Grandma and Grandpa, and I love them too with all of my heart, and they are just as special. They do amazing things and have so many amazing stories to tell, but the story of my Bushia is one unlike any other.

Bushia's do everything that normal grandparents can do, but you will never find her sitting in a rocking chair knitting because she loves to be busy, and doing something, even if that something is deep cleaning her entire house because she was bored.

I've never seen someone care so much about other people as I have seen a Bushia care for her family and friends around her. She always puts everyone else before herself and doesn't think twice about it, and why would she? She genuinely cares for those in her life and has a heart twelve times bigger than I have ever seen on anyone else. She has a hard time saying no to people, and I think that's because her heart is so big, but sometimes she just needs a day to herself. There is always room for one more person, a motto that she has taught to all her children and grandchildren. If there is a holiday, she expects you to invite your friends if they have nowhere else to go, because everyone deserves to be around family.

Though matter how old I get, I will always be my Bushia's little girl, her first grandchild, and she will always be just as excited to see you as she would be to see her much younger grandchildren, because everyone deserves to be treated equally, and deserves someone fun to come visit once in a while.

A Bushia is not a typical grandparent, by any means. She may still go to band concerts or baseball games like an ordinary grandparent in order to support you, but she doesn't look or act like a grandparent would. She is spunky, quirky, fun, and loving. When you go to the grocery store with her, no one will believe you if you tell them that you are in fact her granddaughter and not her sister.

I don't know where I'd be without my Bushia. She never gave up on me, even before I was born, and to this day she has never stopped fighting for me or believing in me. My Bushia and I are like best friends, and we always will be. It doesn't matter how much time has passed between one visit and the next because it will always feel like no time has passed at all.

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