Two years ago today we lost my grandfather. He was more than just a grandfather though, he was Bumpa. Someone I was lucky enough to have in my life for over 35 years. Someone who not only taught me how to drive, check my oil and keep a clean car (which I swear one day I will actually be able to do) but someone who I always knew was behind me 100%.
He was there for my drivers test when I was 16. He was helping me pick out my first car when I was 18. He was there watching as Bear got down on one knee when I got engaged, shared a dance with me at my wedding, and held my hand when I told my family I was pregnant.
We spent most Sunday’s with my grandparents growing up (and are still known to spend a Sunday afternoon in the living room of my grandmother’s house). Bumpa was known to be cleaning his car (he clearly had a thing for cleaning and cars), going for long walks, watching the Patriots (and doing lots of swearing if they weren’t playing as they should) or running around in the backyard with his grandchildren. If it was a hot, sunny day in the summer, you always knew where Bumpa was most likely to be found. As soon as you walked into the house, you could hear the announcers of the Red Sox game coming through the speakers of his small, portable, red radio propped up next to him on the deck while he laid on his lounge chair soaking up every bit of sun he possibly could. This was most likely after a morning of mowing perfectly straight lines into the yard on his ride on mower.
His hair was always perfectly combed. Pants (including jeans) had a perfect crease down the middle. And you would never find a dollar bill in his pocket that wasn’t also perfectly crisp (he had been known to iron his dollar bills as well).
Charming, handsome, kind, supportive, classy, and fun. There’s a reason my brother was named after him, and my father and Quinlan both have his name as their middle names. I like to think that the reason him and Quinlan were so connected is because they were both such kind souls. Quinlan always has a place on Bumpa’s lap, even when he could no longer fit. They adored each other. I can only imagine them continuing their connection wherever they are now, with nothing but laughter and hugs.
It’s beyond special to have a grandfather to grow up with, and even more special to know your child also got to have that, even if for too short of a time.
So, while this is a sad time, remembering the days leading up to his passing, which weren’t easy, it’s also another day to remember how lucky we all are for having had a husband, dad, uncle, Bumpa and G-Bumpa like him for as long as we did. And although it was not long enough, it’s filled with some unforgettable memories.
Your Lindsay May Bananas misses you, but don’t worry, I’ll eat some extra Oreos just for you! (And maybe I’ll even clean my car!)