My father, Michael Grella, passed away this Saturday morning – he was 67 years old. He’d been very sick for the last few years, bouncing between hospitals and rehab centers. He was one of the strongest people I knew – a renaissance man – a perfectionist; now he’s in the company of angels.
So many family members and friends have stopped by and called over the last two days to share great stories and memories about my dad; some of which I had forgotten, a few which which brought tears to my eyes, and many that made me smile remembering the good times we had with him.
He was an interesting guy, and over the next few days I hope to share some of his life with you through a few blog posts and some of my favorite pictures.
For now, I leave you with this thought: Life is short – never miss a chance to tell your family and friends that you love them.