Saturday, October 27, 2007

My Pap-Pap

John E Staskus, 1913-1994.
The only thing I own that belonged to him is this portrait taken when he was about 18, and a pair of kick-ass nail clippers my Nana gave me.

I can't believe it's been 13 years since he died. He was my idol when I was a little kid. So smart, and able to fix anything, even if whatever he fixed didn't look so good once he was finished. And he was hard on people, but you wanted so badly to please him, so you would always do your best.

He would be so very proud of my three kids, I think, even though he barely got to meet them.
I miss you, Pap-Pap, and even though you weren't always the nicest husband to my Nana all the time, I'm sure she misses you, too.

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