An Eulogy.

Today, we buried my grandpa, a man that means a lot to me. My cousin wrote a eulogy, although I always thought I was going to do it. But then, at the alter, I choked. So, here's an eulogy, although none of my family will get to read it:
When I went to write a paper about the people that mean the most to me for expository writing, there was one person in mind that I could possibly write about. That person is my grandfather.
From as long as I can remember, my grandfather ran for me, and my cousins. Whether it was the hockey games, or the constant hospital visits that we all had to go through, my grandfather was front and center for everything, good or bad. Family is something that he always thought was important, to the day he died.
My grandfather loved all of his grandkids, me especially. I remember after being safety patrol in sixth grade, we would go out to coffee at Dunkin Doughnuts, however I wouldn't have coffee.
Sonny taught me most about love. He loved Millie more than anything. He taught me that some men are good out there, whereas others not so much. Everyday, while spending my childhood with him and Millie (who he often referred to as King Pin), he wouldn't be anywhere without her. As she wouldn't be anywhere without him. I personally think the reason he hung onto this life for as long as he did was because he truly didn't want her to be sad of his passing, or that he loved her so much that he didn't want to see her move on.
In life, Sonny was never serious. I always remember him being one of the kids, while my grandmother was watching the troops, and keeping the things in order. I remember him being happy, loving yellow, and talked about the gold old days when he was in the army. He always had a joke in tow, and enjoyed the company of many people, whether he just met them or knew them for years. He was everyone's friend, and loved by people.
Sonny Mansi was a son, brother, veteran, a husband, father, and grandfather. He was a man of many things, delivered bananas for a living, and was Millie's personal chauffeur in his old age. Although he never went to school or did scholarly things, there are things that he taught me that I feel were important. He taught me to never refuse money, to never complain, and to be happy, one of the last phrases that he said to me, and my cousin before his death. And, although I'm sad to see him leave this earth, I know that he is smiling upon us, probably saying "why are you crying, let's eat!", and spending the time with his long lost friends, and relatives, his beloved mother, father, and siblings. I remember him as being a happy individual, someone who never complained, and enjoyed his black1970 Cadaliac devile, which to this day, remains in amazing condition.