Wow. No words really describe what I have gone and continue to go through as we speak. I set off for camp about five weeks ago, a camp I have been going to for years. It's been nothing short of fantastic but I'm currently home for what has to be the saddest time in my life.The Camp I go to is Camp Turk, a Masonic Youth Camp in Woodgate, NY. My grandfather "Gooba" turned me on to the camp back in 2004 and I have loved the place ever since. I was a camper for six years and now work as a counselor and absolutely love it up there. However, last night my grandfather died of a heart attack unexpectedly.
My "Gooba" has been my best friend since day one. He always told my parents the sole purpose of him in my life was to make me happy and to spoil the s*** out of me. To put into words how much my grandfather meant to me would one, be way too hard, and two would be insulting. No words can describe the love he showed for me and the love I showed for him. Nothing separated us. He's been my pal forever and I am so heart broken. Never have I felt this lost in my life. When I received the phone call last night, instantly my life had changed. No longer was my best friend there for me. He meant the world to me and I wish I was there to say good bye. But I praise god for the 18 years he gave me with him. God is Good. When he suffered his first major heart attack in 2003, I took every opportunity to spend time with him. We did everything you could imagine together. We went to baseball games, basketball game, did charity events, and simply put just spent time with each other whenever we could. It's surreal to think my grandfather isn't in front of his TV right now watching the Yankee game with a tub of ice cream, but instead he's probably chatting it up with George Steinbrenner. I miss my grandfather. We spoke a few days ago and it made him so happy, in fact he called my mom just to let her know that I called. I lived to make that man happy.
So now I start a new chapter in my life. I can only wish to be half the man he was and hope I will make him proud every single day. He passed on too many things to list that I will carry on forever. He was the kindest man I ever knew. He spirit will live forever in me.
R.I.P. GOOBA - I LOVE YOU!
On a slightly more encouraging note, The Anetzberger Verdict was selected as one of the Top 2010 NBA Blogs by OnlineSchools.org. Now at the moment that means nothing to me, but my grandfather loved that I developed a passion for journalism and sports and I continue to put all of my effort in that field of study.
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