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MILT DIAS August 24, 1925 - January 8, 2010 My step-grandfather, not from seeds he's sown, Not by blood, but the only Grandpa I've ever known. He was a funny man, who liked his tonics with gin, (More gin, less tonic), I knew that would get a grin. If he was criticizing you, you knew you were loved, Even though sometimes it felt like you were shoved In front of an oncoming train, or Mack truck, "You need to lose weight, you big schmuck." I remember driving the golf carts for him when we were younger, And whenever we'd visit, never suffering from hunger. But I know his secret now, and it resulted in a cookbook ban! I mean, cooking everything, with Crisco Fat-in-a-can?!?!? I remember seeing him cry, and laugh, and smile around, And when you to listened to him, he was quite profound. "The Giants suck, Tiger Woods sucks", He wasn't having any of it, And he didn't really care if he offended, in the least bit. But he would give you the shirt off his back, or anything you needed, Throughout his life, he just succeeded. When my dad passed, he was my go to guy, Marriage help, 401k, or what insurance to buy. I called him every Sunday, since I was old enough to dial. And always hung up with a mile long smile. In the past couple of years, he's had more trouble, But never letting on, never bursting your bubble. He's done suffering, and now with my Grandma and Dad, (heck of a crowd). I just hope that I've done nothing but made you proud. You are the only Grandfather I'd ever choose, Our memories I'll keep forever, this isn't just shmooze. You will always be my #1 Grandpa. Your #1 Grandson. January 8, 2010 |
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| -Kris Krogstad 1/08/10 |
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