I just found out my grandfather, one I posted stories of a few years ago with the TWMG tag, passed tonight. I saw him Saturday and it wasn’t great...he’s off to bigger and better things though.
The thing that I keep thinking of is that I will never have his meatball soup again and it will never be replicated. All I can do is glorify it and remember opening the door to his house with him cooking two big pots of soup for his grandkids (meatball for me, chicken for my sister).
Be good, Oppo.
He was 89.