No complaints here

Bradley Krzysztow

As I write this, I realize how lucky I am. I hear the sounds of my baby boy, Ethan, cooing as he smiles at everything around him. I have a great wife. I am sitting here with clothes on my back, a roof over my head and plenty of food to choose from for dinner. And for all of this, I am thankful.

We all have so much to be thankful for and to be happy about. Yet we complain about the stupidest things.

Things that, in the grand scheme of life, don’t really matter. I am just as guilty of this as everyone else. Cursing at getting caught at a stoplight, getting annoyed at a friend for whatever reason, getting into a bad mood because it’s too cold outside; the list goes on and on.

The bottom line, though, is we should be lucky we even have the opportunity to be annoyed, to be upset and to be angry. Every day we wake up breathing is a good day.

We take so much for granted, and most times, we don’t even realize it. Just remember, no matter how bad your day is, there are always going to be people out there who are having a worse day.

My grandpa, Raymond William Angell, passed away Jan. 19 of this year. Because he lived in Oxford, Mass., I was not able to be as close to him as most grandparent/grandchild relationships, but I’ve been able to see him every couple of years since I was little.

My wife and I flew up to see the family in the first week of January.

At this point, the doctors said he had anywhere from a few months to a year to live. I was very thankful I was able to see Grandpa, and even more thankful that he got to meet Ethan, his first great-grandchild.

When we had to come back home, I knew in the back of my mind it would probably be the last time I would get to see him.

Unfortunately, it was.

My grandpa was only 60 years old when he passed away. Way too young, by anyone’s standards. Because my Grammy was a busy lady, I have a few aunts and uncles that are about the same age as me. They’re not even 30 years old yet, and they have lost their father.

I watched as they attempted to cope with his death and I couldn’t fathom how they felt. How do you say goodbye to your father?

How do you explain to a little kid that PaPa isn’t going to be around anymore?

As a pallbearer at his funeral, I had some thoughts as my hands ran across his coffin.

Number one was plainly: “This sucks.”

I couldn’t help thinking that this was about as bad a day as you could get.

I watched other cars drive by, and I thought, “They may think they’re having a bad day. They don’t even know.”

I also thought about how lucky I was to be alive and breathing.

Like I said, it takes something like this for people to realize how good their life really is and to not take things for granted.

I am so thankful that I still have my father around. He’s not my biological father, but he’s been “Dad” to me since I was a baby.

Here is a man who met my mom and at 20 years old, decided he would legally adopt me.

I am so thankful he will get to be Pop Pop and watch Ethan grow up.

I am thankful he lives seven minutes away from me.

I am so happy I can call him at any time, for any reason.

I am thankful for everything I have in life.

Even when I’m having a bad day, I know deep down I’m doing better than most people.

I’ll miss you, Grandpa.

Grammy, you will forever be the catalyst of our family. Despite losing Grandpa, you are still stronger than I can ever hope to be.

Danny, Miranda and Katie, take care of yourselves. Just remember guys, Ethan smiles and kisses are always right there, waiting for you.

Love you all.

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