Earlier this week, we received bad news: My Grandpa was back in the hospital and they didn't think he was going back home.
Yesterday morning, more bad news: He probably wasn't going to make it very much longer.
And then in the afternoon, my mom called: Grandpa had passed away.
I'm sad that he had to go but happy that the cancer won't be hurting him any longer. He lived a wonderful, full life and I know that in the end, he was happy.
He was born in August of 1931, the fourth child to his parents, but the first to be born in Canada to Slovakian immigrants. He grew up on a farm and when he was done there, decided to join the Canadian Air Force. Later, he would own and operate one of the most successful gas stations and car repair shops in the city.
He met my Nanny when their siblings began dating, and they ended up getting married when she was 18 and he was 22.
My Aunt Joni was born shortly thereafter, followed by my mom a year and a bit later. My Aunt Jill came 5 years after that. They raised their three girls to be successful women, and now have eight grandchildren, three great-grandchildren with two more on the way. What a legacy.
My Grandpa was a stubborn man who wasn't afraid to tell you what he thought. He was funny, helpful, and caring. He wanted to do things on his own and his own way, right up until the end. He truly was a great man.
We love you, Grandpa!
Grandpa Joseph Bahro
August 14, 1931 - November 26, 2011