April 27, 2005 was

The day my grandfather died. The day we lost a man 95 years young. The day we started telling his stories a lot more. The Tribune Review has my Pappap's Obituary. He lived to tell stories, so it's appropriate that this is the second time the newpaper has run a little story about his life...the other was July 2003 in the post-gazette. It was a long, but comfortable and healing, weekend in Pittsburgh. I have another angel now...with a floppy hat, a pipe, and a handful of cookies.