This year marked the 5 year anniversary of my Grandfather’s passing. When he died, it was like losing my father. In fact, he was the only father figure in my life for my first 8 years until my mother remarried. So it’s no surprise his death affected me as deeply as it did.
This past thanksgiving, while surrounded by my family and sharing memories of past generations, I found myself reflecting on what a remarkably different life my grandfather lived from mine. It really helped me to gain a perspective for many facets of my life today.
Perspective on hard times
My grandfather was born in Germany, in 1922, but his parents immigrated to the U.S. while he was an infant. He was eight...