Today is my step-dad's birthday. I don't really think of Joe as my "step-dad" - he's more like my "other" dad. He came to my orchestra concerts and school plays (even video-taped them) and always told me I did a great job... even when I knew he was lying.
He's "grandpa Joe" to all the grandkids but I think our kids will call him "Saba" (grandfather in Hebrew).
Joe cried on my wedding day and walked me half-way down the aisle. He took a ton of pictures and tried his best to enjoy himself in a foreign land with people totally foreign to him.
One of my favorite memories involves Joe and the Detroit Tigers. When I was studying to be a hair stylist, Joe was always afraid that I was missing too much school. Around my 19th birthday, Comerica Park was opening and the Tigers were due to play their home opener. We had season tickets that year (and by "we", I mean "Joe") and, looking back on it now, I imagine that Joe probably wanted to sell those tickets. Instead, he took me to the game.
It was freezing.
But it was the best game and I'll never forget it.
My step-dad is the best, no one else can really compare. He helped raise me and, for that, I'm eternally grateful.
He's the coolest grandpa around - just ask his grandkids. He has a warm heart and treats Craig like a son (and not like an in-law).
Overall, he's just the best!
Happy Birthday, Joe!