Gps was not a blood relative of mine. But no one would ever know that I wasn’t one of his own by the way he treated me.
My own grandfather passed when I was still young, but I never felt like I lacked one. I was Jen’s best friend growing up and because I lived just 2 doors away I was a fixture in the house. And even with Jen out of the house the visits didn’t end. I went to have sandwiches with Gps and Tai, discussing what Sami was up to on Days of Our Lives with the oldies station playing in the background.
And when I moved to New York, I’d walk through Grand Central Station and think about being in the very same place where Gps caught the train every week, so many years before, to meet Marie, the girl he’d later marry. Every once in while I’d get a friendly call from home, and I knew Gps hadn’t forgotten about me. I won’t be forgetting him either.
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