World’s best grandpa…
…I had him.
He was more than a grandpa. He took an active role in my life. In all his grandchildren’s lives. We were educated on history and geography and science and the arts when we were with him. I was 10 years old when he realized, horrified, I didn’t have every waterway to a country of my choice memorized. I was 12 when he attempted to teach me how I could always tell which way was north without a compass. He taught me how to eat politely at dinner parties. He taught me how to ask questions. He taught me how to put together a kite, and how to catch a fish.
He was tough as nails, but was so acutely aware of what was happening around him. He truly sought out opportunities to serve. He served in three wars as a pilot for B-17s and C-130s. When he was in Vietnam, he spearheaded a campaign to build a well in the Negative Barrio, which is where non-contagious lepers lived. He was generous with his time, money, resources and talents. I’ve never known anyone his equal.
I came to see him two months ago. He wasn’t doing too well, and I was crying as I was saying goodbye. He looked at me and said, “Why are you crying?” I told him it was because I was going to miss him. He looked at me, eyes tearing up a little, and said, “Miss me? I didn’t know you were aiming for me.” Then he laughed and wiggled his nose, like he always did when he wanted to make us kids laugh.
So…to David Solomon Kahne…thank you. Thank you for working so tirelessly to help shape me into the person I am. Thank you for your love. I can sincerely, and honestly, say I wouldn’t be who I am without your care. I couldn’t ask for a better grandfather.
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