My father-in-law passed away this morning. He was 94. He was a man of great stature and a first generation Greek-American. He was the last of his family to go and he was ready.
He was the Patrician of the family. He insisted on naming my two sons. The names are good strong names for boys, so I didn't mind.
When I visited him after Spousal Unit's and my first baby died, he invited me to stay for several months to grieve and heal since I would be alone in the house. The Spousal Unit was away most of the time because of his job in the Air Force.
Papa Charlie didn't want me to be alone.
He could be very gruff. His gruffness covered up that he was a cream puff on the inside.
He loved his grandsons. Even though he could barely walk at times he visited us every Fall to see the boys. And they delighted in him also.
He lived a long life and was well loved. Papa Charlie we will miss you.