I awoke this morning in Salt Lake City to find out that my grandpa had passed away last night after a painful last few months fighting illness and the agony of the end of a lifetime. I am both sad and grateful that he is gone. Grateful that his suffering is at an end and sad because, well, he was my grandpa.
When I was a kid, family get togethers were mostly with Grandpa and the Dorozio clan. Christmases in Calgary, fishing on the hot prairie landscape (or watching Grandpa fish as I remember it), the motorhome parked in our driveway or playing in it in his driveway, Nikkis, pasta dinners, happy hour at the senior’s home, talking about The War, and countless other memories are what I will be thinking about today as I remember the paterfamilias of our family.
He gave me many uncles and aunts to look up to and a mom that I love dearly. I have so many Dorozio cousins that always make family gatherings a wild and unpredictable time. I will cherish the many conversations we had these last few years when they moved to Langley and I saw a man who continued to grow in wisdom right until the end.
My kids know him as Gramps and I am happy they were able to know a person who was an important figure in my life. I wish I was with them right now to share my grief. They are the next generation in the Dorozio line and I am comforted by the fact that because we are family, Grandpa will always be a part of my life.
When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.