Remembering...

While we take today to remember all of those that gave their lives and those who continue to go to war zones I thought I would share a couple pictures of my very handsome Grandpa Wolansky. He fought in World War II but beyond that I don't know much more. He never spoke of it and my dad says he never did. He died in 2001 and there truly isn't very many days that he doesn't pop into my head. I think about him more now than I did when he was alive or at least that's how it feels. Every now and then I swear that I hear his pacemaker (it ticked like a wrist watch) and every now and then I say hi to him.
{xo}
This is him walking down Jasper Ave in 1946 after he was discharged.