It’s hard to believe you’ve been gone for 12 years. It seems like yesterday that I was cutting your grass, driving out to Holley for peppers and having you lean over me teach me math, and then punch me in my arm because I got the wrong answer. I miss you all the time and not sure what to do. As I get older I think about growing up more and more and I think about all of the good times that we had in your pool, at Sunday diner and at Mary’s hotel. You were a huge inspiration in my life and to this day, I still try to live my life as you would to make sure that you would be proud of me. I miss you and Grandma more than you can ever know. I wish that I could’ve told you this when you were here with us but I guess better late than never. You were the glue that held the family together. I never had judgement in your eyes. I know that you and Grandma are together again and I hope that one day, I can see the both of you two again and we can all sit down and Sunday rigatoni’s. I love you, I miss you, and I’ll see you later Grandpa, love Jerusalem.