Grandparents

Corey and I have both lost our grandpa's, his past away about 7 years ago, mine a year ago. Our grandpa's each played huge roles in our upbringings. Corey adored his grandpa, I love hearing the stories about all the fun they used to have with each other. One of my favorite stories is when Corey was younger, because of different cable company's Louise would watch Jeopardy before it would air at Corey's house and call Corey with the question to the last answer. No one could ever figure out how Corey at 9 years old would get the answer right everytime.

My grandpa, Papa, loved life. He was raised in New York with a very unfortunate childhood, his aunt let him live in the basement and finally when he was 16 or 17 he joined the Army, he had to lie about his age and find a way out to California. Eventually he met my grandma at a dance and the rest is history. For someone who didn't grow up with much love in his household it was amazing how with a single look he could let you know how much he loved you and make you feel like the most important person in the world. He had such a passion to show us what the world has to offer.

Our grandma's are completely opposite.
Tish, Corey's grandma, or mom as he calls her is a little spit fire. She has the mouth of a sailor and isn't afraid to tell it how she see's it. We both love how honest she is. Nana, my grandma is devoted to the Catholic church and keeps herself busy with playing Bunco, Texas Hold'em and Bridge with different groups.

Neither of us have much contact with our dad's parents. In fact I haven't seen any part of my dads family since we moved back to California when I was in the 4th grade. To be honest I don't remember much about them and don't know if I will ever see them again.