My grandpa was the kindest person I knew. He was always thinking of others and loving them. When I was little, one of the many things I loved about going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house was that there was always chocolate milk in the fridge. I thought it was always there just because I knew they liked chocolate milk too, but Grandma told me later that Grandpa would go out and buy it whenever he knew us grandkids were coming. It was a small thing, but it made us so happy. It was these little things Grandpa took such joy in doing for others that was so beautiful about his life. Chocolate milk will forever be my favorite drink because it reminds me of my wonderful sweet grandpa, and I strive to be as giving and loving as him.
Juliana