My Opa will turn 90 years old in a couple of weeks. He was recognized at the family reunion we attended today. He is the only living sibling now that his last sister passed away this past October. There were seven other siblings besides my grandfather.
This man means so much to me. He married my grandmother soon after my mother turned two (my real grandfather died in a plane crash when my grandmother was 6 months pregnant) much to his parent's dismay. Sixty-five years later, they are still together.
They just don't make them like him any more.
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