If I had to describe a family member, the one that resonates deeply in my being is my maternal grandfather… He was a breath of fresh air, my joy and anchor as a child. From tasting whiskey after he dipped his pinky finger in his glass, to running away for Chinese food on an afternoon- jumping into his white Mazda we could conquer the world. A gentleman of principle- I never heard him raise his voice, but not because he was weak- he commanded respect and attention with his compassion and understanding. He truly saw me- even then- the wild child with the bold voice who would not conform. It’s such a privilege to look back on someone and only be filled with warmth of their presence. In what was an otherwise rigid childhood he was my pocket of joy.

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