My grandpa passed away in his sleep Monday night while at the hospital. He would have been 95 next month. Up until 2 weeks ago he was still living alone, cooking and taking care of himself and was as sharp as a tack.
He came here (Ellis Island) from Italy when he was two. Lived in Brooklyn which is where my father and his two brothers and sister grew up. He owned a luncheonette (where the above photo was taken) until he retired. He was as cute as a button and always reminded everyone of Bert Lahr...the lion from The Wizard of Oz.
This photo was just taken at my nieces Baptism in January.
His funeral is Saturday...we'll miss you Grandpa and Great Grandpa!
While all this was happening the nurse from school called Monday afternoon to tell us that my six-year-old hurt his finger in school but she thought it was fine. When he came home and we asked what happened he said that his friend "high-fived" him in gym. By that night it was pretty swollen. I decided to take him to the Dr on Tuesday morning just to be safe.
From the Pediatrician to the Orthopedic who told me it was indeed broken...badly broken...so bad he needed to see a hand specialist. Tomorrow he is having surgery on his little left pinkie. The bone split, twisted and went up into the joint. He will reset it and put some pins in it. It kills me that his cute little pinkie will now have a long scar on it and he will have to wear a cast for six weeks...all from a "high-five". We told him that for now on he should just give hand shakes!