Grandpa Guy lived down the street from us while we were growing up. He had followed Grandma all the way to California, leaving behind his family in Pittsburgh. His mom missed him dearly, but Grandma was his true love. To my mom and us grandkids, Grandpa was everything. He was funny, he made delicious Italian dishes, and he kept the Italian culture alive and well in our home. It’s because of him that we have such a deep love for our heritage today. We miss you, Grandpa!